Bestiality-sexual intercourse with animals-is a recurring theme in human history. Folk legends speak of women raped by bulls, strange monsters...even swans. Considering the trauma that must result from such an unnatural mating, it is not surprising that the female partners in such acts often require extended psychiatric help.
For theirs is a unique horror; their bodies have been violated by the beast.
In ancient times, such a female victim was stoned, or otherwise put to death. In our modern age most of us are more enlightened. We realize that such behavior can only result from some deep-seated need or anxiety. We realize that these women must have been-or are-in the throes of some terrible mental pain. In our compassion we seek to cure it
This cure is in the realm of the psychiatrist Using the specialized psychic tools of his trade the psychiatrist will dig into the mind of the woman. Hopefully, he will either relieve the anxieties that caused the act to occur in the first place-or he will remove the anxieties that have come as a result of the act
The cases described in this volume have been selected from doctor's files around the world. Each has been specially chosen to illustrate the unique situation of the woman who has experienced some form of sexual intercourse with animals. It is hoped that the study of such cases will give us even greater insight into that dark, unexplored region of the human mind.
Naturally, the names of the patients have been changed, and no character depicted in these pages is meant to represent any actual person, living or dead. Also, in order to make the files easier to understand they will be presented, occasionally, in anecdotal form.
This book is dedicated to those men-the psychiatristswho labor to free us from those thoughts that bring us pain.
CASE ONE
"I could feel his huge, smooth penis rubbing up against me in the dark..."
REASON FOR REFERRAL Trauma result from sexual relations with a bull.
DOCTOR: How long were you in Spain?
IDA; About five weeks. It was the first time I'd ever gone abroad.
DOCTOR: Then this was your first bull fight
IDA: Yes. And I didn't go until my last week. I'd heard about the cruelty of the bullfight and I didn't know whether I'd be able to stand it But I went anyway.
DOCTOR: Describe your sensations as you were sitting in the arena.
IDA: The color... the sound. I don't know if I can describe everything that I felt I think it was the spectacle itself; the idea of the presence of death in the arena that excited me. The matadors.....
DOCTOR: Then you were excited by the men in the arena?
IDA: Oh yes. I remembered I gasped when the matadors first came out, with their tight pants. I mean, you could see all the muscles in their asses move, and you could see the pricks bulging out from the front of their pants. I remember thinking that the matadors must get sexual pleasure from playing with death. I remember wondering how they treated their women.
DOCTOR: But the matadors weren't the main source of your stimulation.
IDA: Oh, no. They were brave and strong. But it was the bull that I was attracted to. The bull was even braver and stronger. For they had to cut him before they could fight him. All of the odds were in the matador's favor. I remember thinking how nice it would be to comfort the bull just before he went out to die. It would be a wonderful thing. It was a fantasy.
DOCTOR: But it didn't remain just a fantasy.
IDA: No. I watched them kill the bulls. I watched those great animals fight with all their strength until their blood flowed out of them and soaked the sand. And then I knew what I had to do...
She could still hear the roaring inner ears, even though the arena had long since emptied, and the Spanish night was closing over her. Still Ida sat in her seat near the front of the arena. In the moonlight she could still see the bloodstains in the sand before her. She shuddered; she wanted to leave, but she knew she could not. There was something about this vast space that held her in her place. There was the smell of death, and Ida could feel her thighs begin to tremble.
"You are here alone, Senorita?"
Ida turned to the sound of the voice. It was one of the matadors who had fought earlier in the day.
"I can't get over how beautiful it all was," Ida said, aware that her voice had taken on a dream-like quality. "I can't forget how beautiful you were out there on the sand."
"You too are beautiful, Senorita, if I may say so."
Ida smiled her thanks, and the matador sat down beside her. Perhaps she was beautiful, Ida thought. Other men had told her so. Looking in the mirror, she could understand how men might be attracted to her. She had an attractive face, and long blonde hair that fell down across her shoulders. Her breasts were not large, but they were firm. One man had even told her that they were the kind of breasts mat men love to suck on.
Yes, Ida thought, she did have a beautiful body. Her legs were long and her waist was slim. Still, there was something missing in her life, and she did not know what it was. Perhaps, she thought, she was afraid to find out Perhaps the matador would show her.
"I'm surprised no one had come along to throw me out," Ida said.
"We are a very easy-going people," the matador said with a thick accent, letting his hand fall onto Ida's leg. "We try not to force people to do anything they do not want to do."
Ida could feel the man's hand brushing up and down her thigh. She thrilled to the thought that just a few hours before that same hand had done battle with one of the great fighting bulls. She did not try to move away. The hand moved higher, pulling up her skirt
"Sometimes it's hard to know what you want," Ida whispered. "I don't even know why I stayed here in the arena."
The matador reached over and licked Ida's ear. Ida trembled. For a moment she had imagined that there was a bull beside her, reaching out to kiss her.
"Perhaps you were waiting for me, Senorita."
"Perhaps," Ida said. With that she turned to him and spread her legs. The matador's hand slid up her thigh and came to rest on the bulge of her vagina. His hand on the nylon of her panties rustled in the night
She did not speak again, and there was no need to. The matador now understood that Ida had given herself to him, although he-nor she-did not fully understand why.
But he did notquestion providence. The woman had her mouth open under his, and her tonguethick and tense-had darted into his mouth and was licking the insides of his cheeks. The matador responded, closing his lips over the tongue and sucking at it, then thrusting his own tongue into Ida's mouth for her to do the same.
Ida sucked on the matador's tongue. At the same time, she put her hands down at her sides to enable him to unbutton her blouse. This the matador quickly accomplished. Ida reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, and flung the garment out onto the blood-stained sands where earlier she had seen the bull die.
Now the matador's hands and lips were everywhere.
"Senorita," the matador said, "you have beautiful tits... beautiful." He cupped them in his hands and squeezed them softly, running the tips of his index fingers over the tiny, hard nipples on the ends. Ida closed her eyes and tried to remember the sounds in the area earlier in the day; the picadors, and their horses, the band, the presidente. And the bulls. The enormous charging bulls with the monstrous organs swinging free below their belly.
Now the matador had gently lifted one of her breasts with his fingertips and taken the nipple into his mouth. He gently sucked on it.
This was good, Ida thought. Very good. It did not seem strange at all that the two of them should be sitting on concrete benches in the middle of a deserted bull ring making love. Spain was bull rings and bull rings were love, or so at least it seemed.
The matador began to suck harder and Ida put her hand on his neck and gently urged him on. At the same time the man had slipped his fingers past the nylon of her panties and was toying with the lips of her vagina. It felt good to Ida, and she hunched forward on the lip of the concrete and spread her legs. She sighed as she felt the matador' s finger slide into her body.
Ida imagined she could hear the snorting and pawing of the bulls in the arena as the matador sucked on her breasts and fingered her vagina. She had visions of a huge bull charging toward her, and then stopping a few inches away. His long tongue came out and licked at her bare breast...
"Oh," Ida moaned. And she could fed the insides of her thighs growing damp.
"Come," the matador whispered around the nipple that he held securely between his lips. "I want to feel you coming on my finger."
Ida continued to come, as long as she held the image of the bulls in her mind.
The matador sucked at the other breast for a few minutes and Ida continued to flow. She could feel her juices soaking into her panties and skirt And still she came.
"Senorita," the matador said, breathless, his body heaving up and down, "I can stand it no longer!"
Ida knew that she could not resist him, even if she wanted to. And she did not want to. The matador was connected with the bulls and the bulls were what she craved. If she could not have a bull, she would have its master.
Ida raised herself on her bands, and the matador hooked his fingers over the edge of her panties and pulled them down off her ankles. Ida stepped easily out of them, and flicked the garment into the ring along with the discarded bra. Then she sat back down on the lip of the concrete apron, leaned far back and lifted her legs up into the air. Then she spread them apart
The matador groaned passionately, and sank down onto his knees, between her legs. He stayed there for a few moments, content to play with her vagina, and stare up the orifice into the dark warmth of her body. And then he brought his head down on her.
The matador's hands caressed the insides of Ida's thighs as his tongue and mouth worked on her vagina. Ida could feel the suction of the matador's mouth pulling her vaginal lips in between his teeth. He nibbled on them gently, then released them only to crane his neck and being his tongue up along the groove of her genitals. Once he lifted her up and tongued her anus.
It was wonderful, Ida thought It was something a bull might do; it was an animal act, and that excited her. She bent forward and grasped the matador's hair, pulling him even further down onto her.
"Don't stop," Ida whispered. "Be an animal. Take me like an animal!"
Her words had the desired effect on the matador. His head bobbed up and down even more quickly, and his tongue began to drive ever deeper into her body. Ida grabbed hold of her knees and spread them out as far as they would go. The matador sighed and moved his tongue in further, lapping at her distended clitoris.
Ida had never experienced such a sensation before; it felt as though a thousand tiny tongues of flame were licking over her body.
Ida raised her legs and let them drop over the matador's back. He reached under her body and grasped her buttocks, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of her buttocks.
Ida's passion had served to distend her vagina and the matador's mouth was now inside her body, mouthing and tonguing all her soft parts. And he had grasped her clitoris between his lips and was sucking it Ida closed her eyes and imagined a great bull charging toward her; it stopped as it reached her, and dropped down on its forelegs, nuzzling between her legs; Ida locked her legs over its great horns as the great tongue slipped out of the dripping muzzle and lapped at her crotch.
Ida trembled as she felt her vagina contract, smearing come all over the matador's face. The matador sank back, gasping for air.
"My God!" the matador exclaimed, "I have never made love like this before, Senorita. It is like being in the ring, facing the bull."
There was a singing in Ida's ears. He had said it was like being in the ring! She must do something to show the matador how she felt!
Even as the matador leaned against the concrete, wiping a hand across his face and struggling to regain his breath, Ida reached out and laid her hand on his swollen crotch. The matador sighed and leaned back even further, too tired to do anything but accept passively what Ida was about to give him.
But Ida was inexhaustible, filled with new strength born of unnatural desire. In a moment she had stroked his crotch to the point where the swollen penis was bursting inside its cloth prison. Then she slowly unbuttoned the matador's pants.
His large rod thrust out at her. Ida could contain herself no longer. Very quickly she pulled down his pants, breached beneath for his penis, and cradled his testicles in her hands. The matador began to moan softly, and rocked back and forth.
"Senorita, you are driving me mad!"
But Ida barely heard him. Her consciousness was caught up in the closeness of the bull ring, and the smell of the animals. She almost imagined shecould heard the roar of the crowd, cheering for her, urging her on. The matador's penis was the spear on which she would impale herself.
Taking a deep breath, Ida leaned forward and sucked the matador's penis into her mouth. Drunk with pleasure, the matador cried out and beat at the concrete with his hands.
But Ida had a firm grip on his buttocks, and his penis was completely inserted into her mouth; she could feel the muscles on its underside writhing as the pressure of his semen built up inside his testicles. She liked it this way, she thought, she liked the feel of alt of him inside her, the head of his rod bumping against the back of her throat She had never done this before, yet now it seemed the most natural thing in the world. The matador had stuck the bull with his sword, now she was stuck with his penis. Somehow the act made her feel closer to the great black animals who fought so bravely.
This thought made her even more excited, and Ida reached down between her legs and thrust her middle finger up into her soaking vagina. That felt good. She began to masturbate, even as she increased the sucking on the matador's penis. Her free hand tickled his testicles, running over their surface, pinching the sack of skin and then stroking them.
"Senorita!" the matador cried, "I must put it in you! I'm going to come! Please!"
Yes, Ida could feel the first few drops of come rolling down her throat, sticking to the roof of her mouth. And she wanted the matador in her when he ejaculated.
"Hurry!"
Quickly Ida released the matador's penis, lay back and thrust her legs out to either side of her. The matador moved very quickly, laying on top of her, thrusting his hips forward, driving his stiff rod home to its warm target
He came almost immediately, in perfect unison with Ida's third orgasm.
Both of them cried out and clung to each other in the still night as their juices spurted from their bodies and mingled. Theirs was the sweet smell of stickly love assailing their nostrils, and the feel of their come running out of their bodies, down their legs, forming puddles on the concrete benches. The matador collapsed on Ida. But Ida's excitement was just beginning. Summoning all her strength, she pushed the matador off of her and sat up. The matador sat looking at her, an expression of disbelief clouding his eyes.
"I never knew it could be like that, Senorita," he said thickly. "It was like heaven. I was coming...I thought I would never stop."
"Did I make you happy?"
"Oh, yes, Senorita. Happier than I have ever been in my life."
"Then you must do something for me." Ida's breath caught in her throat She wondered if she would have the courage to say what must be said.
"I will do anything you say, Senorita. I am your servant
"...Then take me to the bull pens."
DOCTOR: What did the matador say when you asked him to take you to the bulls?
IDA: At first he seemed confused. I mean, he knew that most women were afraid of the bulls, and couldn't even stand the bullfights. But I was finally able to convince him that I really did want to see the bulls. And not just any bull, but the biggest and the strongest...the one that had been chosen for the most important fight the following day.
DOCTOR: Do you think he suspected what you wanted to do with the bulls?
IDA: Not at first I think he thought I just wanted to look at the bull But then I told him I wanted to be left alone in the pea Then I think he knew. At least he started breathing real hard. But he took me to where I wanted to go; the bull's name was Thunderbolt, at least that's the closest I can come to translating it into English. The matador took me to Thunderbolt's pen, and he left me there. It's impossible for me to describe to you what I felt when I stood outside that pen and looked at that beautiful creature. I started to come all over again.
"Easy, Thunderbolt," Ida whispered into the stillness. "Easy, my darling."
The mighty animal snorted and pawed at the ground. His nostrils flared out to one side. Ida seemed to remember reading somewhere about bulls having poor eyesight, and depending on their sense of smell. Then the bull could smell her. She wondered if he could tell that she was excited ...and she wondered what he would do about it.
Ida knew that the bull could kill her in a matter of seconds. It would only take one quick charge, and then it would be over.
But she must have the creature. Of that there was no doubt Without another thought of the consequences, Ida climbed over the rail fence and stepped into Thunderbolt's pen.
The bull suddenly stopped very still.
"Thunderbolt my darling. Easy, now, I won't hurt you."
The bull had stopped pawing, but its nostrils were still flared very wide. His small eyes followed her every movement as she walked up to him and laid her hand on his nose. A great muscle rippled in his back, and Ida closed her eyes and put her hand on his back.
"You're so strong," Ida murmured. "And I want you so much!"
Suddenly Ida tensed. She could feel the bull's muzzle on her bare chest. She had left her bra and blouse back on the floor of the arena, and now she was glad. There was no garment to interfere with the bull's attentions, and she preferred it this way. Everything must go smoothly. She could feel her nipples begin to pucker and stand out from her breasts.
The bull seemed to notice to; and he could smell the woman's passion. He made an animal sound deep in his belly, and began to lick Ida's breasts.
The bull's tongue was very long, powerful and smooth as it came up under her breasts and began to lap at them. It was so wide that one lap took in her entire breasts, and Ida lived for those brief instants when the nipple was in the exact center of the warm softness. And then the tongue was past, and her breast flopped back down on her chest. Then the tongue would be back, lifting and lapping again.
Ida moved her body slowly back and forth so that the bull's tongue touched both of her breasts. Once the animal took a breast between its lips and Ida cried out with passion.
He knew, Ida thought He knew what pleasure she was getting.
Ida groped behind her until she found the wooden rails on the fence. She braced herself on them, then pulled herself up.
The bull's tongue lapped lower and lower. Ida pulled herself up another notch, the bull's tongue was in line with her belly. Ida reached down and lifted her skirt up above her waist so that her moist vagina was completely exposed.
The bull immediately sensed what Ida wanted him to do. He lowered his head still further, and then brought the entire length of his tongue swooping up along the crack of Ida's vulva. Ida bit her tongue and spread her legs out, hooking them over the rough wooden rails.
Now the bull had his muzzle against her vagina, spreading the wet vaginal lips further and further apart Ida's breath was coming in short, quick gasps, trickling in labored sighs into her tortured lungs.
Bracing herself against the wooden slats she reached down and grasped the bull's horns, holding him in closer and closer to her body. All the while she whispered in his ear, urging the animal on and on.
Once again she was coming in a continual stream of love juice, bathing the bull's snout, face and neck. The bull made snorting noises, and continued its licking.
"I want you, Thunderbolt," Ida murmured, getting down from the fence, "I want you."
Quickly she made her way around to the animal's side and dropped down to her knees, feeling in the dark along the beast's belly. Suddenly she gasped.
She had touched the animal's penis; and it was larger than anything she had ever imagined. It thrust down out of his body, and was fully a foot and a half in length, hard and quivering with the beast's passion. Regaining control of herself, she reached up with both hands and began to stroke the member, clutching it in both hands and pushing the wet skin up and down as fast as she could.
The beast stamped one foot, but did not move Every muscle in its body had gone completely rigid.
"My Thunderbolt," Ida whispered, "my lovely Thunderbolt"
She kissed the member while her mind raced. She must find some way to take the huge organ into her body. But how?
Her hand came to rest on a long leather strap that was used for leading the animal abut She quickly grasped this, and threw it over the beast's back. Thunderbolt spread his hind legs out to the side and lowered the bottom half of his body. Ida lay on her back beneath the beast, facing its hindquarters. Next, she reached up and grasped the ends of the leather strap. This done, she anchored the soles of her feet on the beast's hocks, and pulled herself up by means of the leather strap.
Higher and higher she raised herself, straining her back, feeling her soft flesh rub against the bull's hairy belly. And she was seized with trembling. Even so, she knew that she would not stop, could not stop. And she knew that she had dreamt of this moment all her adult life. It had been a secret dream, a suppressed dream. Until she had come to Spain.
And then she had seen the bulls. Then she had known that she must feel one of the great animals moving inside her body, knew that she could never be content until she had.
And now mat moment was at hand. Another inch, another half-inch...
The quivering head of the bull's organ was against the entrance to her vagina. Ida braced her feet, turned her knees out to the side, and brought her hips up. At the same time, Thunderbolt began to hunch his hindquarters down.
It was going in! Ida thought IT WAS GOING IN!
The penis was massive. To move too quickly would hurt her. The bull seemed to sense this, for he stood very still, letting Ida control all the movements of her body. She eased herself onto the head of the penis until it was finally insider her. And then she pushed her hips forward still more.
It was going in. All of it was going in, filling her up completely. It felt as though she now contained within her a mountain of throbbing, pulsating flesh.
In up to the hilt! Ida screamed silently. It seemed impossible to her that such a thing had occurred; but it had. She could feel the massive head pressing against her womb; she could fed the long animal hair rubbing against her belly and buttocks.
"Oh, my Thunderbolt," Ida whispered passionately, "empty yourself in me!"
Now her arms were growing tired. She did not know how much longer she would be able to hold on to the leather strap she had throw around the animal's haunches. She gripped the ends of the strap even tighter and brought her hips up one more time. And then she felt the animal's muscles begin to twitch, and she knew it would not be long before her insides were flooded.
Any moment now...
DOCTOR: And then this beast ejaculated inside of you?
IDA: Yes. It was a fantastic feeling.
DOCTOR: Tell me again how you approached him in his pen.
IDA: I told you. I came up to him, and he did not move away or try to harm me. He immediately started to lick my breasts. Then I moved in under him. I could feel his huge smooth penis rubbing up against me. It drove me wild. Everything happened just the way I explained it to you. What's the matter, Doctor? Don't you believe me?
DOCTOR: I believe you believe what you've told me, Ida. But I also believe your fantasy life has taken over reality inside your mind.
IDA: Well, I can always find another psychiatrist who at least believes me!
DOCTOR: But that wouldn't solve your problem, Ida. You see, I do believe you had intercourse with the matador. However, I think you were raped. Not simply seduced of your own free will.
IDA: No, no! I wanted the matador to do those things! He had been with the bulls!
DOCTOR: No, Ida, he raped you. Since you have a puritan background, your mind was not able to accept this. Probably you did enjoy the experience; and it was this pleasure that you could not forgive yourself for. Isn't this true, Ida? Try to face reality.
IDA: No, no! I had the bull! I wanted the bull!
DOCTOR: No, you wanted to punish yourself, Ida. That's what you wanted. In fact, you may even have wanted to die rather than face the fact that your body had been violated by a man to whom you were not married. Having been to the bullfight, death was on your mind; and you began to fantasize about death, and about the ultimate experience of being raped. Rape by a fighting bull. This, to you, would be the ultimate punishment. Is this true, Ida?
IDA: Yes, yes! He raped me, Doctor! I can never forgive myself!
DOCTOR: Yes, you can, Ida. And we've already taken the first step toward discovering what it was that made you think you had to punish yourself in the first place. Soon we will have the answer. Then you will be well again.
CASE TWO
"Then he reared up and buried his organ in my body..."
NAM E Swanson, Jerri. AGE: 29
WEIGHT: 132 lbs. HEIGHT: 5'6"
REASON FOR REFERRAL Trauma resulting from violation by a horse.
DOCTOR: You say that your family has always raised horses?
JERRI: Yes. The tradition goes back many generations.
My family has always bred racers. And they're good at It My father's horses have won the top races in the country.
DOCTOR: How did you fed about this? I mean, how did you feel about your father devoting most of his time to the breeding of racing stock?
JERRI: It was his life, and mine, I suppose. That's all my family ever talked about was horses. I accepted it
DOCTOR: Had you ever had intercourse with a man before the incident you describe?
JERRI: Sure. I was no virgin by any means. I lost my cherry when I was fourteen; to a stable boy. And I'd had a succession of lovers all through my late teens and twenties. I mean, look at my body, Doc. Don't you think that I'm desirable? Don't you think men would want to fuck me?
DOCTOR: Of course, Jerri. I don't question that I do question why you should suddenly feel an overpowering urge to mate with a horse.
JERRI: I'm a passionate woman, Doctor. It was getting to the point where no man could satisfy me. I mean, I'd been to bed with three men at a time, and I was still hungry. But then when I saw that horse-the finest animal in my father's stable-I knew then what I had to have. I knew that that particular horse could satisfy me like no man had ever done. And I was determined to have him.
DOCTOR: Tell me about when you first got these urgings.
JERRI: I had spent the afternoon at the races...
Jerry found herself jumping up and down and screaming as Fireball came around the stretch and raced toward the finish line. The other horse stayed with Fireball for a few steps, then gradually fell behind. Fireball crossed the wire three lengths ahead of the field. Jerry sank back, completely exhausted.
She felt strange, and it took her a few moments to identify the source of her strange feelings. It was then that she realized that the insides of her thighs were damp.
She had experienced an orgasm while watching Fireball win the race She looked over to the winner's circle where Fireball and his jockey were being photographed, and she felt a whole new series of spasms start inside her body. And she knew then what she must have. At first it was quite a shock. Then she settled down to the realization that she must possess Fireball. Only Fireball would satisfy the mad cravings of her body for sexual intercourse. For the ultimate experience in sexual intercourse.
What her father had said was true; Fireball was the finest horse in the world; the largest and the strongest. The most magnificent animal that had ever existed. And she would have that horse, Jerri thought That would be the ultimate experience, and her burning appetites would settle for nothing less.
She waited until the afternoon of the next day, until Fireball would be completely recovered from the strain and excitement of the race. Then she went down to the stables. She had known what she must do, and she had dressed for the part; before she could get Fireball, she must get past Tom, the trainer. And she knew just how to do it
She was dressed in an extremely tight-fitting blouse that accentuated her massive, flowing breasts; the breasts that Tom had so often leered at Her short skirt was also tight, and her black stockings rustled against her flesh as she walked. Her high, stiletto heels made deep imprints in the dust as she approached the trainer who was busy walking Fireball around and around the small training corral behind the stables.
Tom halted and watched her-staring openly at her bobbing breasts-as Jerri approached. Even Fireball pricked up his ears and whinnied as she approached. Jerri walked ahead, stretching back her arms and pretending to yawn. She could feel the breasts bulging inside her bra. Tom's eyes were wide, his mouth half open. She walked past him and held out a lump of sugar. Fireball whinnied his appreciation and took the sugar from her hand. Then he nuzzled her behind the ear. Jerri laughed and stroked his mane.
"Hey," Tom said, his voice thick with barely concealed lust, "you know you're not supposed to be giving Fireball sugar. It's bad for his teeth."
"Oh, c'mon, Tom," Jerri said, turning and facing him so that the tips of her breasts were only inches away from his arm. "Everybody needs a treat, don't you think so? Don't you think that even horses are entitled to a treat?"
"I don't know. Your father says Fireball's not to have any sugar."
"My father also says that nobody is supposed to ride Fireball. Don't you think Fireball gets tired of doing nothing but racing? Don't you think Fireball would like to spend an afternoon just trotting around the woods?"
"Look, Jerri," Tom said, swallowing hard, "you know the rules around this place. You're talking a bout the greatest racing horse in all history...and you talk like he's just some riding nag. Fireball is delicate. He needs just the right handling. What would your father say if you took Fireball out and the horse broke his leg in a gopher hole or something? Your father would horsewhip us both!"
"My father doesn't have to know everything that goes on around here, Tom," Jerri said smoothly. "I mean, there are many things I do that my father doesn't know about"
Tom mumbled something, and Jerri was sure that he had understood her meaning. As if to emphasize it, Jerri leaned over and pretended to adjust a stocking. She gave him a glimpse of her garter. When she looked back, Tom's crotch was swollen up. He looked funny, trying to hide his erection with a riding crop.
"I want to take Fireball out," Jerri said suddenly, "saddle him up for me!"
"I can't do that, Jerri," Tom said, his eyes still glued to her leg. "You know I can't do that Besides, you're not dressed for riding."
"I dressed to please you," Jerry said. "After all, I knew I would have to get your permission. So, if you're going to do me a favor, there's no reason why I shouldn't do you one."
"I...I don't know what you mean." Tom's breath was rattling in his throat. "What favor could you do for me?"
"Remember, everybody deserves a little treat," Jerri said softly. "It makes life more interesting."
"What...what kind of treat?"
Jerri looked the trainer directly in the eye. Then she smiled softly. "Tom, I'll let you feel me up. One fed, one ride. That seems fair enough."
Tom appeared completely speechless. He shook his head in disbelief. Jerri laughed, reached out and touched Tom's bulging crotch. Tom jumped and let out a cry. A damp spot appeared on the front of his trousers. Jerri cupped her hands under her breasts.
"Wouldn't you like to get a good look at these, Tom? I have big nipples. The biggest you've ever seen. You can hold them in your hand. You can take my bra off. You can run your hand up my leg. All you have to do is let me take Fireball for a ride. No on will ever know."
Tom's answer was a strangled cry. He suddenly reached out and squeezed Jerri's right breast. The stain on his pants widened and grew larger. Jerri stood still for a moment, letting him squeeze the breast, then she stepped back.
"Not here, you fool," Jerri said. "Tie Fireball up and come back in the bar. You can fed me there."
With that, Jerri turned and started for the dark interior of the barn, swinging he hips as she walked. Tom hurried after her. He caught up to her just inside the barn and circled her waist with his hands. Jerri pushed him away.
"Fireball?"
"My God, Jerri, anything you say! Just let me at you!"
"Have a good time, Tom," Jerri said, loosing his arm.
Tom fell on her body like a starving man on a banquet feast. Jerri was slightly bored by it all, but she did all she could to assure that Tom would enjoy himself. And she knew she was succeeding, for the smell of fresh sperm permeated the stable.
Tom's passion made him clumsy, but he continued to grope over Jerri's body, squeezing her breasts, pausing and rubbing his cheek up against the soft material of the sweater. He could fed the huge nipples poking out through the bra she was wearing.
Once Tom reached down and touched the hem of Jerri's skirt. He paused there, looking up to see if Jerri was going to stop him.
"Go ahead, Tom," Jerri said evenly, "get a good look at some pussy."
Saliva was running down Tom's chin as he raised the hem of her skirt. He did it very slowly, as if wanting to prolong this singular pleasure. Inch by inch, the skirt came up, first revealing her knees, then her thighs, and finally the tops of Jerri's stockings and her garters.
"My God, you're beautiful," Tom whispered, running his fingers up and down the legs, hooking his fingers inside the tops of the stockings, gently stretching the garters. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen!"
"Co ahead, Tom, have a good time. I'll have mine later."
Tom didn't seem to hear her. All of his attention was now centered on Jerri's body. He didn't seem to be able to decide what he wanted to touch first He played with her stockinged legs a few more minutes, then touched the bulge of her vagina. But then he shied away, as if this part of her must be saved for last Quickly he straightened up and struggled to remove Jerri's sweater. Jerri watched him struggle for a few moments, then helped him. She drew the sweater up over her head and let the garment fall to the floor of the stable. Tom's eyes looked as though they would pop. Immediately he began to squeeze and kiss the cleft between her breasts.
"Your bra...can I take it off?" It was the whimper of a small boy begging for an extra piece of candy.
"Never mind," Jerri said, "I'll do it myself. With this she reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. She shrugged her shoulders and the bra fell away. She was naked to the waist
Once again Tom didn't seem to know what he wanted to do first
But then his passion took over and he began to paw her wildly, slapping the great mounds of flesh back and forth in his palms, squeezing the giant nipples between his fingers. Like a man dying of thirst he licked at the nipples, taking them in his mouth and sucking at them, running his tongue up and down the cleft between her breasts. Through it all Jerri stood passively, letting him do with her what he wanted.
But her eyes were on the animal out in the paddock; Fireball stood very still, staring into the barn, watching the two of them. Occasionally a muscle would shiver along his flank, and Jerri wondered if the animal knew.
Fireball was so strong, so powerful; the king of horses.
She closed her eyes and tried to imagine what it would be like-But first she must endure Tom.
The smell of semen was even stronger now as Tom experienced orgasm after orgasm. And still he continued, seemingly without tiring. Jerri's nipples were becoming taut and distended from the constant sucking action of his lips. She was even beginning to enjoy it. And then Tom went down on her legs.
Tom was making animal noises himself now, grunting and whimpering. He fumbled for a few moments with her panties until Jerry herself removed them for him. Then she braced herself on an overhead beam and lifted one leg so that Tom could get at her vagina.
The trainer was on his knees now, feeling the vaginal lips with his fingers, inserting his middle finger into her body, moving it around and then removing it, only to start the whole process over again. Through it all Jerri waited patiently for the time when she and Fireball would be alone.
It was true that her vagina was growing damp, but this was mainly due to the fact that she was thinking of the mighty stallion out in the paddock a few yards away from her.
Now Tom was kissing her vagina, running his tongue up and down the groove between her vaginal lips. Jerri experienced a mild sensation of pleasure, and stretched her legs further apart. Out in the paddock Fireball was pawing and stamping the ground.
Tom had taken her vaginal lips into his mouth and was sucking on them, all the while his tongue darting in and out, lapping at all her inner parts. She glanced down, saw a tremendous shudder go through Tom's body, then watched him sink back on the ground.
DOCTOR: Tom passed out?
JERRI: Yes. I guess the pleasure was too much for him. He'd come all over himself; his pants were soaked. I guess the physical exertion was too much for him. He went right out cold. And all the while Fireball was watching me. I hink he sensed that something unusual was about to happen.
DOCTOR: Why do you say that?
JERRI: His eyes were blazing. Also, he seemed very much aware of my presence. He seemed to know that I was there for him.
DOCTOR: Did Tom keep his promise?
JERRI: Yes. He knew he'd have to if he ever wanted to do the same thing to me. He'd had a taste of my body, and he'd certainly want more. So he kept his promise. As soon as Tom woke up he put a saddle on Fireball for me. I put my clothes back on and got onto the saddle. The moment I was on, Fireball reared and galloped off into the woods...
The wind whistled in Jerri's ears as she hunched down behind Fireball's neck. She had let the reins go slack and Fireball ran at top speed, his mighty muscles bunching and uncoiling in his legs, propelling both of them forward with the speed of an express train.
The feel of the racing animal underneath her drove Jerri to new heights of excitement. She had her legs out on either side of the horse, and the garters on her stockings were digging into her legs. Gripping Fireball's mane with one hand she reached down and unhooked the garters on both legs. Then she pulled the stockings free and let them fall away from her.
Now she was unfettered. She dug her bare legs into the horse's side, lay down along his back, and let him run on.
The saddle was between her and the horse, and she did not want that; Fireball was running so fast that it seemed as if his hooves barely touched the ground. The two of them were flying, floating above the ground. Still holding tight to Fireball's mane, Jerri inched her body up the horse's back, finally lifting one leg and then the other over the saddle horn. Now she was riding on the horse's bare back.
Immediately a thrill ran through the length of her body. At the same time the animal shuddered and galloped even faster.
Jerri could feel the ridge of the animal's spine riding along the groove of her vagina. It was hard, rubbing back and forth; and it felt so good. Quickly she reached down to her waist, grasped her nylon panties firmly, and tore the panties from her body. Now her flesh-the flesh of her genitals-was pressing against the hard ridge of Fireballs spine. Jerri pushed her hips even further forward, and began to hump up and down on the animals back She could fed the Juice of her love begin to flow, running down across fireball's back. Even the horse seemed to sense the fluid on his hide, for he whinnied and threw his head back toward Jerri.
"Fireball, my handsome one," Jerri whispered into his outstretched ear, "we will know one another, you and I!"
Quickly she pulled up her blouse and tugged the front of her bra off, exposing her breasts. These she pressed against the horse's neck, exulting in the feel of the coarse hair against her tender flesh. Then she sat up straight, allowing the movement of their ride to jerk her flesh back and forth. Her nipples were hard as rocks now, extending from the tips of her breasts. She began to massage herself, squeezing the flesh hard. All the time she continued to come, flowing down across the stallion's back.
Fireball was becoming increasingly excited. Again and again he threw back his head and snorted and Jerri could see the whites of his eyes.
He wants me, Jerri thought He knows, and he wants me!
"Now Fireball," Jerri whispered, "stop at the edge of the meadow."
It was as if Fireball understood her every word. He galloped hard to the far end of the wide meadow, then came to a halt
Jerri slid off his back, raced around to his front and threw her arms around his massive neck. Again and again she kissed the stallion on the neck, tasting the salty foam on his hide, letting it run down over her chin.
Fireball reacted the same way. He threw his head back and licked at her.
The salt Jerri though, he likes the salt But he also wants me.
"Take me," she whispered. "My body is swearing salt Fireball, lick it off!"
She held him tightly, and the long, thick tongue of the stallion found her pendulous breasts and began to lap at them. Jerry sighed, thrusting her chest forward. Her whole body was aflame with passion. The great tongue lapped faster. Her nipples flew up and down with the force of the animal's licking and still Jerri did not pull away. She could feel his lips circling her breasts, taking them into his mouth, gently touching them with his teeth. Yet there was no pain; Fireball was very gentle, knowing exactly how much pressure to apply and when to let loose. Jerri hugged him even closer. Both of her breasts were raw and inflamed, and the pain only served to magnify her pleasure. She held the stallion's head in her hands and urged him on. And then she knew she must have the stallion's tongue between her legs.
Jerri quickly looked around her for some means of raising herself. Her eyes fell on a huge log that had fallen down in the grass.
"Here, Fireball," Jerri cried, turning and running toward the fallen log, "come with me."
Jerri leaped up on the log and beckoned to Fireball. The horse reared and raced over to her. Gripping one of the branches, Jerry raised one leg as far as she was able. Immediately the horse lowered its head, stretched out its tongue, and brought it up into Jerri's crotch. Jerri screamed with passion. The sound feel on Fireball's ears, firing him also. The horse sensed that he was giving his mistress a great deal of pleasure and he continued to lick her.
Jerri's vulva was soaked with come. And it continued to flow in a steady stream. The white fluid streamed down over the horse's muzzle and rolled off its tongue. Once the horse moved its withers to the side and Jerri had a glimpse of a massive organ jutting down from Fireball's belly. Her breath caught in her throat as she stared at the thing. She wondered how she would ever be able to take such an organ into her body. At the same time, she knew she had no choice but to try.
By now her vaginal lips were extended to the point where Fireball's tongue was up inside her, moving about, rubbing against the soft tissues of her insides. Her own flesh was contracting again and again in massive orgasms, squeezing the animal's tongue. The tongue was like a living thing inside her, enflaming her passions. The huge tongue wrapped around her clitoris and tugged at it Jerri rested the one leg across the back of the horse's neck and she tugged at his mane, urging him on. Even as the tongue worked inside her, the wide lips were sucking at her vaginal lips.
It was time. Her vagina would never grow any larger than It was now. It felt as though there was a gaping hole directly in the center of her body. If she was ever to attempt intercourse with the stallion, it must be now.
Her mind raced, searching for some solution to the problem of position. And then she knew how she would do it Without a moment's hesitation Jerri wheeled and leaned out against a branch. At the same time she spread her legs and thrust her rump out towards the horse. The stallion whinnied, and then moved up on her. Jerri could feel his hot breath on her neck as he reared up and planted his forelegs on the branch on either side of her body. His hot tongue licked at the nape of her neck. At the same time, Jerri could feel the stallion's hindquarters inching up on her. Then the stallion reared higher, planting his forelegs on a higher branch; and Fireball's log-like penis was at the entrance of her vagina.
"Come ahead, Fireball," Jerri whispered, reaching above her head and patting the stallion on the neck, "I want you in me."
Fireball responded to the sound of her voice and thrust his hindquarters forward. The huge penis slid into her.
Jerri cried out. There was a brief moment of pain that quickly changed to pleasure. It seemed as if the organ would never stop going into her; farther and father. She felt it touch the back of the womb, filling her up.
"Fireball," Jerri whispered, "at last you're mine."
At the same time, she gripped her own tree branch and began to move back and forth. The amount of movement was limited by the size of Fireball's organ, but still Jerri moved her hips back and forth until finally she exploded in a volcanic, erupting orgasm, greater than anything she had ever experienced before.
When it was over, Fireball slowly backed away, came down on all fours and pawed the ground. Jerri stood still for a moment then collapsed to the ground. Concerned for his mistress, Fireball whinnied and came forward. But he found his mistress conscious and smiling up at him. Her eyes blazed, and her arms came around his neck once again. Her lips pressed against his ear and made the human sounds that he so loved to hear.
"That was wonderful, Fireball," Jerri said. "For the first time in my life, I was happy. You satisfied me."
Fireball stomped and shook his head. It had been a most unusual day.
DOCTOR: Did you mean what you told the stallion? I mean, was this truly the first time you had ever been happy?
JERRI: In a way, yes. All of my life, everyone had talked of horses. That was all they ever talked about. Even when I was very young, I used to cry for my mother. And my mother would come-but only after she had finished whatever else she was doing-and that something else usually had something to do with horses. I learned very quickly that the most important thing to my family was horses.
DOCTOR: But you ended up the same way. You had intercourse with a stallion, and claimed this was the first time you had ever been happy.
JERRI: That's true. Every other time, I had always used sex to get something that I wanted. Like with Tommy. This time it was different. I got pleasure out of the act I mean, I shivered all over when Fireball was licking my tits. Then he reared up and buried his organ in my body and I thought I'd go out of my mind with pleasure. I had never felt anything like it before. I was wonderful, Doctor. I wanted to do it again and again.
DOCTOR: But you didn't. That was your first and last time.
JERRI: Yes. I realized that what I had done was unnatural, and possibly even dangerous. I realized that there must be something wrong with me to make me do a thing like that. I wanted to make love with Fireball again, but I didn't. Instead, I came to you. I want to be helped.
DOCTOR: And I think you can be helped. First we have to trace your difficulties to their source, and I think that's fairly simple. Obviously, you resented the fact that your family paid more attention to their horses than they paid to you. From a very early age, you had been asked to take second place to horses. You needed love, like any child needs love. This is why you were unable to ever give yourself to anybody, and enjoy the act itself. You had never received love, and so you had difficulty in giving it.
JERRI: Then why was I so attracted to a horse?
DOCTOR: Because horses were what everybody loved. You picked the biggest and the best stallion for your partner. In a way, you were getting back to your mother and father, showing them that the best would love you. After that it becomes rather complicated, but I think we're on the right track.
JERRI: I hope so, Doctor. I really do. I would give anything to be able to lead a normal life.
DOCTOR: Well, I don't think such a life is too far away, Jerri. Not if we both work hard.
CASE THREE
"Even as we swung through the trees, a hundred feet above the ground, I could feel his huge lips flapping around my breasts..."
NAM E Smith, Mary.
AGE: 31 HEIGHT: 56" WEIGHT: 129 lbs.
REASON FOR REFERRAL Trauma resulting from intercourse with an orangutan.
DOCTOR: Was this your first trip into the bush country?
MARY: No, I'd been there many times before. My husband collected big-game animals for zoos, and so we were always going to Africa. I loved the country and its animals. I always looked forward to going there.
DOCTOR: What made this time different? You mentioned that you were uneasy about this trip.
MARY: My father had taken on a partner, a man by the name of Kruger. I could never understand why. My husband was a gentle man, and Kruger was a cruel one. Kruger was a wonderful hunter, but only because he loved to kill. He did not love animals the way my husband did. I guess my husband needed help, and Kruger was the only man he could find.
DOCTOR: But that wasn't the only reason you disliked Kruger. Isn't that right?
MARY: Yes. Kruger was a lecherous man. As you can see, many men would find me beautiful. And I am remarkably well-endowed. Kruger was always eyeing me, and making smutty remarks. Once he even reached out and touched my breast He was always kidding about how he'd like to get me into his sleeping bag. I was afraid of him. I knew that he wouldn't hesitate to rape me if he ever got me alone.
DOCTOR: Did you tell your husband about these things?
MARY: Yes. But he didn't take them very seriously. He said that was Kruger's way of joking and that I'd just have to get used to it He said that this was the way some men acted in the bush. He said Kruger was lonely.
DOCTOR: Other from words, did Kruger ever have a chance to bother you?
MARY: Not really. Once I had fallen behind the rest I turned a corner and found Kruger standing in the middle of the trail with his pants down. He had a tremendous hard-on. I didn't know what to say. He was begging me to take it in my mouth. He said he'd never bother me again if I just sucked it for him. I didn't though. I screamed for Jack, my husband, and Kruger pulled his pants up.
DOCTOR: What did your husband say about Kruger exposing himself to you?
MARY: I didn't tell him. I was afraid that Jack would kill Kruger if I ever told him what Kruger had said and done. I just told Jack I'd been afraid. But I warned Kruger that I would tell Jack the next time he even looked at me cross-eyed.
DOCTOR: And he heeded this warning?
MARY: Yes. But he was terribly angry. I suppose he was pretty frustrated too. I understand men get pains in their testicles when they get excited and can't do anything about it If Kruger was hurt, I was glad. But he was angry. I think he wanted to kill me. Of course, he couldn't do anything to me, so he decided to kill something else. I can still remember him taking his big rifle from one of the gun bearers.......
"Kruger," Jack Smith said, "what the hell are you doing? There's no danger around here."
Kruger did not answer. There was a fantastic rage boiling within him. He could see Mary walking just ahead of him, her firm, round buttocks packing tightly into her jeans. He could imagine her full breasts bobbing up and down as she made her way down the trail......
Kruger's hand caressed his rifle.
Cod, he thought, how he'd like to fuck that woman. But that seemed out of the question. He'd just asked her to do a simple little thing like suck him off and she'd acted like the world was coming to an end. Now his balls hurt; and he knew they'd keep on hurting, as long as that luscious woman was walking around next to him, and as long as he stood no chance of getting his hands on her.
Damn! Kruger thought Goddamn!
His rage was a living thing, clawing at his insides. Kruger hurt And that was bad, for Kruger was not a man who liked to hurt alone.
"Just checking my gun," Kruger snarled. He might have added that he considered Jack's wife to be a tight-assed bitch. What the hell, she could give him something in this forsaken jungle, even if it was only a little blow job. But Kruger did not say it The fact of the matter was, he was more than a little afraid of Jack Smith. And he knew that the next time he bothered Mary, he would have her husband to deal with.
He'd ache the rest of the trip.
"There's no need for that gun here," Jack said. "There's nothing in this part of the jungle that can harm us."
"I told you I was just checking my gun! Damn it, it's my gun and I'll do anything I want with it!"
Jack Smith turned and whispered to his wife. They both laughed, and this only served to enrage Kruger further.
Smith was right about there being no danger to them in this part of the forest. They were high in the mountains of central Africa. They had left the leopards, lions and tigers back on the plains and in the lowlands. This was gorilla country; primate country. Here there were only gorillas, chimps, monkeys and the strange, rarely-seen orangutans. Their mission was to capture one of the gorillas for a San Francisco zoo. And then their job would be over. They would go back to the United States.
And Kruger knew he would not be asked to come on the next expedition. Jack would get himself another partner; and he would have to spend the rest of his days thinking about Mary Smith's body; the cunt and the ass and the legs and the breasts and the nipples he had never seen.
Already, he had another hard-on. When would it end?!
Once again the rage swept over him. There was a flash of orange fur in the tree-tops over his head, and Krugeran ace shot-wheeled and fired. There was a sharp, almost human-cry, and a crashing in the branches over their heads. And then the body fell into the path before them.
"My God," Mary whispered, "what is it?"
It was a great, orange-furred animal, with long arms and short, stubby legs. Its belly was immense but its face was curiously human. The eyes which were now glazing with death seemed very human. Mary wanted to reach down and cuddle it, to stem the blood flowing from the huge wound in its neck. But, of course, it was too late.
An orang," Mary's husband said. "Kruger's killed an orang."
There was a sound deep in the forest It reminded Mary of a man crying.
"What's mat?" Kruger said, his eyes wide.
Jack Smith's voice was very taut, like a stretched piano wire. "That's the mate of the one you killed," Smith said furiously. "This was a female. She meant no one any harm. orangs are one of the friendliest beasts there are. Why did you kill it? Why did you shoot?"
Kruger opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out Jack Smith's hands were already around the other man's throat
"Stop it!" Mary cried, grabbing at her husband's arms, "stop it, you'll hurt him!"
Slowly, Jack Smith seemed to regain control of himself. He slowly released his grip around Kruger's neck. Kruger doubled over, gasping for breath, and Jack brought his fist up under the man's chin. Kruger fell whimpering to the ground.
Suddenly the jungle erupted with sound.
"My God," Mary said, "What's that, now?"
Jack listened for a moment, then grabbed Kruger's arm and pulled him to his feet
"Hurry, Mary," Jack said, dragging Kruger after him down the trail, "we have to get out of here."
The sound increased in intensity. The lone crying of the widowed male have been joined by others, and that was the sound they heard.
"He has the whole tribe with him now," Jack sad.
"I thought you said they weren't dangerous," Kruger whimpered.
"Usually they're not. But now we've killed one of their females, and they may be after us," Jack said. "An orang is very strong, and very intelligent There's no telling what one-or many-might do if they're upset Hurry. We have to get out of here."
DOCTOR: So you ran?
MARY: Like crazy. The sounds followed us wherever we went That strange, man-like crying. We ran, but the pack followed us easily, swinging through the trees over our heads. We knew they were there, but we couldn't see them.
DOCTOR: How did Kruger react to this?
MARY: He was terrified. He kept on shooting into the trees. But the orangutans were too smart for him. There was no way you could see them. And all the time they kept on making these sounds, like they were talking back and forth to each other. Kruger started to babble hysterically, and Jack tried to calm him.
DOCTOR: Were you afraid?
MARY: Not really. I think the animals knew who was responsible for the female's death. Mostly, I felt sorry for the orangutan that had been killed, and for her husband. I mean, after looking into those eyes, I felt almost as if the creature was another woman just like me. She had probably gotten curious and come down too far. That was when Kruger had shot her. I felt sorry for the creatures, and I wished there was something I could do for the dead orang's mate.
DOCTOR: What happened next?
MARY: As I said, Kruger was getting more and more panic-stricken. The sounds in the jungle were increasing, and they seemed to drive him crazy. Suddenly he threw away his gun and ran away off into the jungle.
DOCTOR: Did you try to follow him?
MARY: Yes. Both Jack and I went after him because we were afraid he would be caught alone. He was only about two hundred feet ahead of us when it happened. He only had another few feet to go and he would have been out from under the trees and in a clearing. He........
DOCTOR: Go ahead.
MARY: He was running one moment and the next his legs were dangling in the air. Yes, I can see it now! He was running in the air! The orangs had him, their huge arms were wrapped in his, and they were lifting him up into the treetops. There was just nothing we could do. He was screaming horribly......he just kept on screaming......and then we didn't hear him anymore.
DOCTOR: What happened then?
MARY: Nothing. Nothing happened. Suddenly the jungle was very quiet And then there was the normal sounds of singing birds and so on. Everything was back to normal, or so we thought. Once we heard a thump behind us on the trail, and I just know it was Kruger's body, but Jack wouldn't let me go back to see. So we kept on going. We thought everything was going to be all right. We were wrong.......
"That was horrible, what happened to Kruger," Mary said quietly, squeezing her husband's arm.
"He deserved it," Jack said. "In the jungle, justice is usually swift and sure."
"You think they actually knew?"
"They got Kruger, didn't they?" He waited, but Mary said nothing. "orangs are very smart," Jack continued. "They're very much like humans. Only they're better than humans in some ways. They're not corrupt What happened to Kruger was justice."
"It's a wonder they didn't come after us," Mary said quietly, her breath catching in her throat. "After all, we were the ones who brought Kruger here, weren't we?"
Jack looked at her, then looked away. His voice was not as steady as he would have liked it to be. "Well, they're not that smart, thank Cod."
At that very moment, Mary felt something grabbing her around the waist She opened her mouth to cry out, and a great, leather-padded paw came over her mouth. In the next moment she was in the trees, gripped securely by a large orangutan.
And Jack would not even know she was missing, Mary thought, panic seizing her. He would look around and she would be gone!
Mary closed her eyes and waited for the feel of sharp teeth sinking into her neck, the paws, tearing her apart Nothing happened.
She opened her eyes to see the ground swirling past her far below. And then she realized that the great arm held her securely, but gently the beast meant her no harm.
Suddenly Mary knew that this was the male; the mate of the female that Kruger had slain. And she was suddenly filled with compassion; it welled up in her, and brought tears to her eyes. She clung closer to the orangutan. Suddenly she was no longer afraid of the great heights.
"I'm sorry," Mary whispered. "I'm sorry about what happened."
The orangutan looked at her with his soft brown soulful eyes, and it almost seemed as if he understood. But what did he want with her?
And then she knew the answer; and a chill of horror swept through her body.
The orangutan needed only one arm for swinging through the trees; and she was tucked securely into the crook of his other arm. The orang's fingers were now free to toy with her breasts. And this was what he was doing. The long fingers poked and prodded at the soft flesh. New sensations were cruising through Mary's body. The orangutan seemed to know exactly what he was doing. Once the great hand reached up and cupper her right breast then squeezed her, sending a sharp bolt of pleasure through Mary's body.
"No," Mary said, "You mustn't You're an animal! You mustn't touch me."
And then Mary realized how silly she must sound. Of course the beast couldn't understand what she was saying.
And even if he could, although he was 'only an animal', it was also true that she was only a human. Probably, she thought, she was as repulsive to him as he was to her. And they had killed his mate.
Suddenly the beast was no longer repulsive to her. There was only the great rush of pity, and the desire to right the wrong that had been done to this innocent creature.
"You can do anything you want to me," Mary said at last, "that would be only justice. My husband and I are responsible for the death of your mate. Now you must take me."
The orang seemed to understand. His fingers lifted her blouse, hooked under the ront of her bra and pulled the material of the cups up and over the breasts which suddenly flopped down over her chest, swaying back and forth in rhythm with their swinging through the trees.
The bra was cutting into her back. Mary reached behind her, unsnapped it, and let the garment fall down to the ground. While the orang gripped her tightly, Mary removed her blouse and let that fall to the ground, also.
Her breasts swayed freely. They were very large and seemed to excite the orangutan who would swing for a short ways, stop and stare at them. Once he stopped and touched them with his fingers. Mary felt a thrill run through her body and she realized, with some surprise that she was becoming excited.
Perhaps, she thought, it was the feel of the beast's hairy body against hers; or it was the thought that it would be an unparalleled thrill to be taken by such a strong and powerful beast.
Or perhaps it was the fact that the beast was gentle. There was a terrible, sad loneliness in the eyes that reached down and touched Mary's soul.......
"Take me," Mary said. "I'm yours if you want me."
Now the beast started to swing lower and lower. Mary looked down and was startled to see that her nipples had doubled in size, and were very hard. She moved her body in such a way as to make the nipples rub against the beast's body. She could feel her thighs growing wet.
And she wondered about the size of the orangutan's penis which was hidden from her because of the massive belly.
It seemed incredible, Mary thought; incredible but true. She wished this beast to take her. She wanted to know what it felt like to be ravaged by an orangutan.
The orangutan suddenly swooped to the ground, landing flat on his feet, cushioning Mary's fall in his great, strong arms. Mary sighed and flung her arms around the beast's neck.
The orang moved quickly over the ground, and finally set her down gently on a bed of soft leaves and twigs. And then Mary realized that the beast had brought her to his home.
He sat her down and then squatted beside her, looking deep into her eyes. And then he reached out and touched her breasts. At the same time, he made whimpering sounds in his throat
"I know you're lonesome," Mary said. "And it's partly my fault I have nothing to give you but my body. But that's yours."
With this, Mary reached down to her chest, cupped her own breasts in her hands, and squeezed them so that the flesh bulged, and the nipples thrust forward in the ape's direction. "Take them," she said. "Please......play with me as you used to play with your mate."
The orang shook his great head up and down, then reached out and softly stroked the nipple. Mary gasped at the unexpected thrill, and put her hands on die ape's. Then, in one quick movement, the orang leaned forward and took her breast and her supporting hand into his large mouth. Mary slowly removed her hand. But the tremendous mound of flesh that was her breast was completely inside the orang's mouth.
The orang snorted, pulled back his feet up under him, and settled down to a slow, steady sucking motion. Mary sighed and closed her eyes. At least, she thought, this was one way of making up to the orang for what he had lost The fact that it was also giving her pleasure was surprising.
It was a wonderful sensation.
Jack had sucked her breasts many times. In fact, it was one of Jack's favorite sexual activities. But that had been nothing like this, Mary thought At most, Jack concentrated mostly on her nipples since they alone were quite big and almost filled his mouth. Then Jack would use his hands to press the flesh around the nipples. But the orang's mouth was so large-the lips so huge-that he was easily able to take her entire breast into his mouth.
It was a unique sensation, and Mary squirmed in his grasp. The orang was amazingly gentle. At no time did she fed his teeth on her flesh. There was only the tremendous, steady sucking. It was like having her entire breast caught up in a whirlpool. And it filled her with passion unlike any she had ever known.
"Suck the other one," Mary said softly, pressing her hands against the side of his head. "Suck the other one."
Perhaps it was the sound of her voice. Or perhaps it was the slight pressure of Mary's hand. The ape understood; quickly, the orangutan moved it's wide mouth from one breast to the other, and quickly began to suck that one. Mary was beside herself with pleasure, groaning, holding the ape's head close to her, as though he were a human lover.
"I will replace your lost mate," Mary sighed. "I will make up for that which you have lost."
The ape was making whimpering sounds deep in his throat, sounds of animal pleasure. The same sounds fell from Mary's lips. The two of them satin the forest, locked in one another's embrace.
Soon, both of Mary's breasts were distended, raw with passion. And still she urged the ape on. Now Mary was running her hands up and down the ape's hairy flanks, each time coming closer and closer to the dark, warm spot between its legs. She was frightened-and excited about what she might find there. Was it large? Or was it small? And what would she do if the ape indicated that he wanted to insert it into her body? She did not know the answer to that question. Not yet. All she knew was that she was filled with compassion for the widowed ape; and filled with passion as the ape's giant lips continued to suck at her breasts.
Mary closed her eyes as the ape sucked her in. At the same time she placed her hand directly between her legs, and felt his penis.
The organ was larger than she had supposed it would be; large, and very wet And it was very hard, much like a human penis.
Even as Mary stroked the orang's penis, she felt one of his hairy paws groping with the zipper on the side of her slacks.
What would she do? How could she defy all the laws of Man and Nature. Yet how could she hide from the fact that she had been partially to blame for this ape losing his mate. And how could she hide from the fact that her own blood was boiling with passion? The love of this creature was so different. In one way, he was Incredibly intelligent and man-like. And he knew what he was doing to her; he had known what he was doing when he had snatched her from the trail; and he knew what he was doing now as he groped for her zipper.
His lips worked on her breasts, and she could feel his tongue darting over her nipples. It was driving her mad. If she closed her eyes, she would not even know........
Slowly, Mary's hand came down to her side and undid her zipper. Then the hand came back to cradle the ape's head. The orangutan finished the job, pulling down the zipper, and slipping his human-like paw into her nylon panties.
Time seemed frozen for Mary as the hairy paw lingered for a moment on her belly, then slowly descended to the hairy mound of her vagina. Mary sighed. She had never known such ecstasy from any man.
One of his fingers was in her now, and she lay back further, at the same time pulling her slacks and her panties down around her knees, around her ankles, and then off. She spread her legs and let the orangutan play with her. The ape seemed to know exactly what to do, and Mary increasingly found herself forgetting that her partner was not a human.
The long fingers fondled her vaginal lips, causing the juices in her body to flow freely, soaking the hairy hand and her own thighs. In the meantime, the ape's lips continued to suck her breast in and out, tickling the nipple, causing the flesh to expand and contract in delicious cascades of ecstasy.
Now the ape's fingers were in her, moving gently back and forth with a steady, intoxicating rhythm. Mary grasped the ape's member harder and began to move her hand up and down in order to increase his excitement.
Suddenly the ape drew his mouth away from her breasts and bent down between Mary's legs, In a moment, his large lips were planted on her vagina, and he was sucking at her, covering the entire mound of her vulva with his mouth.
Lights were flashing on and off in Mary's head, making her dizzy. She screamed with joy as she felt the small tongue flick out and lick her. She grasped the penis harder and tugged at it At the same time, she reached out with her legs, wrapping them around the beast's head. The beast responded by lapping out with his tongue, burying it inside her body, moving it around inside her, touching every inner part
She was flowing faster now, flooding both of them with a never-ending stream of come. And she was crying with ecstasy.
And all control had vanished; she knew she must have the ape inside her, moving around on top of her.
Mary grabbed a handful of the orang's hair and pulled his head back. At the same time, she slipped her body further down so that it finally lay beneath him. Then, still holding the penis rightly in her hand, Mary opened her legs and brought them over the beast's back. She raised her hips and slowly brought the object in her hand down between her legs.
The orangutan was once again wildly sucking on her breasts, sucking one and squeezing the other in a fit of passionate abandon. Both of them were caught up in the heat of their passion now, and nothing could stop them, neither thoughts of civilization or thoughts of the jungle. Such distinctions had ceased to exist It made no difference that he was a 'beast' and she was a 'human'. They wanted each other, and they were both determined to carry through with the act
"Now," Mary whispered. "Put it in, my big, beautiful creature."
The orang responded to Mary, sucking harder on her breast. At the same time, Mary felt the small head of his organ touch the entrance to her vagina. She let out a sharp cry and thrust upward. It slipped in to the halfway point
The ape blinked, gave one great suck, then thrust his haunches forward. Mary felt the organ moving within her
At the same time she felt a dampness flowing through her body, filling her up, at last bringing her peace of mind. She would be forgiven. And that was all that mattered.
DOCTOR: Then you completed the coupling with the orangutan?
MARY: Yes. And I can't forget it, Doctor.
DOCTOR: How did you find your way back to your husband? It is my understanding that the ape carried you a long ways off.
MARY: He did. But then he brought me back again. After it was all over, he gathered me up in his arms-once again, he was completely gentle with me. Then he carried me back through the trees. We stopped to pick up the clothes I had dropped along the way, and I dressed. The ape seemed to know exactly where Jack was, and he let me off a few yards down the trail. I found Jack, and told him I had gotten lost and just managed to find my way back. I couldn't tell him what had happened.
DOCTOR: And you still haven't told him?
MARY: No. Do you think I should?
DOCTOR: I think I should leave that up to you. You should be the judge of what you should tell your husband. However, it is possible that telling him the truth could do more harm than good. The important thing is that you learn to accept that which you have done, and forgive yourself for it. Do you make love with your husband regularly?
MARY: Yes. I think you could say I was a good wife. I let him have me any time he wants, and I do whatever he wants with me. We are very good partners. I've had no complaints.
DOCTOR: But you can't get your jungle experience out of yours mind?
MARY: No. Even when I'm making love with Jack, I think of the orangutan. I think about the two of us soaring through the trees a hundred feet above the ground. I can feel his lips flapping at my breasts. I can hear his moans of desire. And I keep on thinking that I have done something terrible; something that I can never be forgiven for. That is why I need help, Doctor. I must find peace.
DOCTOR: Mary, you are a good woman. And you must accept this about yourself. I think it is quite obvious that Kruger's killing of the female orangutan affected you deeply. In fact, it may have twisted your mind for those few hours. You felt more guilty about that than anything. After all, it had been your husband who had brought Kruger along on the trip. Thus, when the orangutan swooped down and grabbed you, you thought it was only natural that you should be required to take the female's place. It was an act of compassion. It is something that is completely understandable in a woman of mercy like yourself.
MARY: But I enjoyed it, Doctor. How can you explain that?
DOCTOR: It was a different experience, Mary. And your natural passion may have responded to the unique abilities of the ape to stimulate you. Then again, your compassion and desire to make up for what you felt you had done-may have led you to believe that you were enjoying it more than you actually were.
MARY: Do you think I can ever find peace?
DOCTOR: Yes, Mary, I do. Together, I think we can help you to find peace. You've already taken the first steps; you have been willing to take a long, hard look at yourself.
CASE FOUR
"I had him in my mouth, and King was starting to enter me from the rear........."
NAM E Martin, Gloria AGE: 29
WEIGHT: 130 lbs. HEIGHT: 57"
REASON FOR REFERRAL "Menage a trois" with man and beast.
DOCTOR: Tell me, Gloria; what made you decide to head north to visit Jake Sanders in the first place. The arctic circle is a long way to go to visit a man you have only seen casually.
GLORIA: But I had never met anyone like him, Doctor. Jake was a man's man, if you know what I mean. I met him at a meeting of explorer's-I was secretary of the club. He had come in from the north with a collection of wild animal skins to show the other explorers. He had wolf and bear skins. I found this tremendously exciting. I mean sexually exciting. And then when I found out. that he had killed all of those animals himself-sometimes with nothing more than his bare hands-well, I got all wet between the legs, if you know what I mean. That was one man that I knew I wanted.
DOCTOR: Did he have his dog with him when he visited the club?
GLORIA: King went with Jake wherever Jake went It was like King was Jake's brother; at least Jake always treated King as though King were human. The two of them made a pretty strange sight together. And King seemed to understand everything. I suppose, in a way, King was human. And Jake shared everything with King; I only fully realized that after I went to Jake's cabin. By then it was too late to do anything. I was trapped.
DOCTOR: Why didn't you try to seduce Jake while he was in the city?
GLORIA: Hell, Doc! You better believe I did try. I really threw myself at him. I even offered to suck him off-just like that in words-if he'd go to bed with me. Jake just shrugged it off. He said the city was too tame for him. It put him off. He said he needed savage surroundings. He said if I ever came up to his cabin he'd show me what real love-making was all about Hell, I thought there was something the matter with him, what with spending all his time with that dog maybe he didn't like women anymore. So I kidded him and told him to write down a map of how to get there. He did.
DOCTOR: It was quite involved getting there, wasn't it?
GLORIA: I'll say! First I had to take a plane to the edge of the arctic circle. Then I had to rent a dog sled and guide to get me there.
DOCTOR: There must have been other men you could have had for the asking.
GLORIA: I'd had them all. I'd been fucked in every way imaginable.......by just about every man in the city. I mean, you can tell by looking at me that I'm a pretty good-looking broad. Men like to make love to me, and
I like a little prick two of three times a day. But Jake was the first real man who had ever turned me down.
DOCTOR: So you took him up on his challenge.
GLORIA: I did. I thought about it for about a week, then went to the bank for some money, and I was off. Took me three weeks to get there, but it was worth it At least in the beginning. Doctor, you should have seen his face when he saw me coming up the trail.......
It was all Gloria could do to keep from laughing out loud. Jake-the mighty Jake-was standing in the door of his cabin, the snow beating around his shirt-sleeved body, his strong jaws open.
"Surprised? I thought I'd drop in and say hello."
Gloria giggled, and stepped into the cabin. Jake closed the door behind her, then turned to watch her. He said nothing; his dark eyes flashed with a wild fire, and for a moment, Gloria was frightened. Jake seemed like some wild man out of the prehistoric past
The great dog, King, at his side, did nothing to dispel the illusion. The great dog Watched her, in the same manner as his master. Their expressions seemed the same. For a moment, Gloria imagined that they were the same person.
"What's the matter?" Gloria said, laughing nervously, "aren't you going to say anything?"
Jake reached down and patted the dog's head. King moved off into a corner. But the fiery eyes did not turn away from her. The dog made Gloria frightened-and excited-at the same time. The dog was like Jake; wild and savage. And those were the qualities that had brought her here in the first place. Already, Gloria could feel a burning between her thighs, and she knew that she wanted sex.
She studied Jake's crotch. He did not have a hard-on, she thought At least not yet. Even so, his pants bulged with the fleshy bulk of his organ, and Gloria imagined that Jake would have a truly magnificent organ when it was hard. Her breath was catching in her throat God, she thought how I want that man.
"You're quite a woman," Jake said at last
"Surprised you, did i?" Gloria was regaining her confidence. The fire in Jake's eyes was growing brighter.
The dog barked. It was a single, sharp sound. Gloria wondered what it meant Jake seemed to understand, for he turned to the beast and shook his head. "Not yet King," Jake said. "Not yet" Then he turned to Gloria.
"We don't see many women out here in the north," Jake continued. "What's more, city girls. I guess both King and I are a little shocked."
"You invited me here," Gloria said, running her tongue provocatively over her lips. "Don't you remember?"
"I remember," Jake said softly. "I didn't think you were serious."
Gloria was growing ever bolder now. She knew she had her man now, and she sensed that the trip would be worth it Somehow she knew that Jake would make love to her like no man had ever made love to her.
"I'm always serious about men," Gloria said, coming up close to him and rubbing her breasts against his arm. "And I was particularly serious about you. If you remember, we had a little agreement"
The dog barked again. Jake moved his arm and the dog rose from his place across the room and came up to Gloria. Gloria could feel his cold snout rubbing against her leg. She shivered.
"You mean you came all the way here because you thought you could get a good fucking?"
The word made Gloria jump. Fuck. She said it to herself, in her mind. It sounded so good, especially when Jake said it He was so direct, so sexually stimulating. Yes, she thought, that was it; she had come all the way here because she knew that Jake would give her a good fuck. The best.
"Yes," Gloria said, meeting his gaze. "I came up here for a good fuck. Are you going to take care of me?"
"I'll take care of you," Jake said evenly. "But you may get more than you bargained for."
"I doubt it," Gloria said confidently. She could feel the dampness growing between her legs. Her nipples were already stiff with desire. She longed to have Jake's mouth on them. "I can take anything you thrown at me," Gloria said. "You want me to blow you, I'll blow you. You want to shove it in my ass, go ahead. Mister, I'm an expert on love-making."
"Then you'll have no objection if I share you with my dog."
"What......." Gloria was speechless. A sudden thrill ran through her body, and she did not know if it was disgust or excitement. A dog? Jake truly did share everything with his companion.
She glanced down. There was a strange light in the animal's eyes. Gloria began to back away toward the door.
"Now wait a minute," she said, lifting her arm, "I came up her for you, Jake. I didn't bargain for no canine-"
And then Jake had her in his arms. They were like steel bands wrapping around her, cutting off any chance of escape. His arms seemed to generate electricity, making her nerves and muscles leap and jump.
Then his mouth was on hers, his lips pressing down, his tongue on her lips forcing them apart.
Gloria opened her mouth wide and Jake's tongue slipped in, moving around like a snake, licking the root of her mouth, circling her gums, touching the back of her throat Her own tongue now came into play, her tip touching his, wrapping around it, darting in and out of his mouth. And then she wrapped her lips around his tongue and sucked on it, moving her head back and forth as she might if it were his penis in her mouth.
She had forgotten everything that had been said. Her only thoughts were of the man she held in her arms; Jake; the savage from the north country; the man with the monstrous penis. And now he was hers.
Immediately her hand slid down over his barrel chest and came to rest on his crotch. He was just getting his hard-on and Gloria gasped as she felt his flesh-even through the fabric-swelling up and filling her palm.
"My God," she whispered to him, "you have the biggest prick I've ever felt"
Jake said nothing. He stuck his tongue back in Gloria's mouth, and then reached down and unhitched his pants. Immediately, Gloria stuck her hand into the folds and gasped with pleasure as she felt the huge, throbbing member lay out across her palm. She tried to close her fingers around it, and was unable to do so. Already her thighs were aching for the feel of that massive rod between them.
She could feel King licking at her leg; her ankles and her calves, her knees and her thighs. But she paid no attention. Her only thought was for the prick she held in her hands. And the two, great testicles beneath it She reached down and grasped these. Jake groaned, and she felt a few drops of semen trickle into her hand.
He may be savage, Gloria thought to herself, but she still knew how to make a man come. And Jake would really come before she was through with him. She'd show him what loving really meant
And Jake was an expert with his hands. As Gloria continued to suck at his tongue, she shivered as she felt his hands begin their journey over her body.
He unbuttoned her blouse expertly and she shrugged it from his shoulders. Jake tore the bra off of her shoulders and the tingling sensation further excited her. Now she waited for his gasp as he put her breasts into his hands.
Gloria had been told that she had one of the largest pairs of breasts in the world; and this was one reason men kept coming back to her. Hers were breasts that a man loved to suck on. Wait until Jake felt the great mountains of flesh........
The grunt came. Yes, she thought Jake was pleased. She could tell by the way he squeezed her, letting the folds run through his fingers.
King was still licking at her legs. She could feel his rough tongue licking her all over. She was quite surprised to find that the sharp tip of his tongue had found its way up to her crotch, and was flicking around the edge of her panties. Now the tongue was inside, searching for the groove of her anus.
Gloria sighed and reached down far into Jake's pants, running her hands up and down his testicles, squeezing his testicles gently in her hands. She tried to ignore the attentions of King licking her under her dress.
She could not deny that the sensations were pleasurable. But she tried to concentrate on Jake, and what he was doing to her.
"King and I will give you a fucking you'll never forget" Jake said quietly. He did not raise his voice, but there was an intensity about it that convinced Gloria she would be a fool to doubt what he said.
"I want it," Gloria sighed. "I'm yours. Do anything you want"
"I already am," Jake said.
And he was. He was now standing a few inches away from her, one hand cupping each giant breast Slowly he squeezed them, wringing them so that only the nipples sprang out from between his fingers. Gloria writhed in pain; but it was a pain that gave her pleasure, and she did not try to move away. Once Jake relaxed his grip, and Gloria tensed.
"Don't stop," she whispered. "Please don't stop."
Jake only smiled. But he resumed squeezing her breasts. Once more Gloria was floating on a sea of indescribable pleasure.
King's tongue was now licking around the rim of her anus, and Gloria lifted one leg slightly. The tip of the tongue darted in and out, and Gloria groaned. She could look down and see King's head bobbing up and down beneath her skirt. It was mad, Gloria thought; mad. But she was enjoying it She was enjoying everything the man and his dog were doing to her.
Even as the dog's tongue was licking her anus, the tall man bent over, squeezed her right nipple out between his fingers, and took it into his mouth. Jake began to suck the nipple.
It was not a gentle sucking. Rather it was hard; desperate and savage like the country in which he lived. He sucked hard at her, causing the nipple to lengthen itself inside his mouth. Trapping the distended nipple between his stiffened gums, Jake flicked the tip back and forth with his tongue. The effect was startling; Gloria felt the need for more and more stimulation. She pressed down hard on the dog's head; the animal's tongue went even further into her body.
Jake was sucking harder and harder. At the same time he continued to wring the flesh of her breasts with his hands until Gloria felt a stinging sensation running through her body.
Jake quickly switching from one breast to the other, varying his technique, squeezing the nipple at one moment, sucking it the next. Gloria never knew what he was going to do next, and this only served to increase her pleasure.
She began to squeeze herself, at the same time spreading her legs further and further apart, exposing her soft body to the ravenous dog licking between her legs.
Her own breasts felt strange in her hands. She had always known they were large; larger than most women's. And she had spent hours at a time standing before a mirror admiring them. But Jake's love-making gave her a totally new conception of her breasts, and the sexual pleasure they could give to her when she was properly stimulated.
Now the dog's tongue was traveling the muscle between her anus and her vagina; and it was lapping at her vagina.
Suddenly Jake took his mouth away from Gloria's breasts, stood back, and smirked at her. He began to laugh. She was helpless before his gaze; the eyes bore into her cruelly.
Gloria knew that she should stand up and push the dog away; she knew she was being mocked. Jake was openly staring at her, watching her helpless pleasure.
Yet she could not stop. He had worked her to such a peak of passion that she could now only stand there in the middle of the floor, frantically squeezing the mountainous folds of flesh at her chest. Her long, slim fingers searched for, and found her nipples. Then they squeezed the nipples hard, pinching them and drawing them back and forth from her body as though she were masturbating with her breasts.
"Squeeze them, honey," Jake said quietly. He was just standing there, his massive hard-on pointing at her, his hands on his hips. His eyes blazed. "I really want to see you squeeze those tits, baby."
Gloria squeezed herself frantically. She clutched and pulled at her nipples. "Yes.....yes.....anything you say..... Jake."
She knew how foolish she must look, her bare breasts flopping out in front ofher, her own hands caressing her body. At the same time, she kept raising her leg higher and higher, balancing herself on one foot She had completely lost control of herself. King's licking had increased.
"Take your pants off," Jake commanded. "Make it easier for him."
Gloria would not think of disobeying. Quickly, she reached down and slipped her panties down off her legs, then stepped out of them. King stood a few feet away, saliva dripping from his open jowls. The animal's eyes blazed, and Gloria had no doubt but that the fire was passion, as was that of his master.
Her wet panties glistened on the floor.
"Alright," Jake said. "Get those hands working and get that leg up in the air. I want to watch you some more."
Gloria was panting. She could see a small drop of semen forming on the end of Jake's massive penis. This increased her excitement More than anything else, she wanted that penis. Hut she must do what its owner commanded.
Gloria found a new joy in her shame, a new joy in her humiliation. She placed one hand on her right breast and squeezed it The nipple popped out between her fingers, red and hard. Jake smiled, and the semen began to flow from his penis. He thrust his hips out toward her.
Gloria did the same with her other hand and her other breast
"Do you like it, Jake? Do you like to see me play with my tits?"
"I like it baby. Don't stop."
Gloria had no intentions of stopping. Her self-stimulation had once again begun to stimulate her, and she began to increase the pressure on her breasts. She squeezed them, and slapped them back and forth against her body. When she saw Jake's tongue come out from between his lips, she began to move her body around and around so that the breasts flew around in a circular motion.
She could feel herself coming. The muscles inside her vulva contracted again and again in a continuous orgasm.
"Let the dog in," Jake commanded.
Gloria looked down at her feet through eyes blurred with passion. King was standing before her, his eyes, wide, his tongue lolling out.
"Yes," Gloria stammered. "Anything you say."
With this, Gloria lifted her leg. Immediately, King darted between her outstretched thighs and lifted his head up. Gloria gasped as she felt the slippery, wet tip slide expertly into the grove of her vagina. And then the dog began to lap her, shooting his tongue in and out of her body.
She was losing her balance, and for a moment, Gloria was filled with panic. She did not want the licking to stop.
Without another thought, Gloria lay down on her back and lifted her legs up in the air. She could see Jake standing over her, looking down on the scene before him; the woman and his dog.
King was between her legs now, sitting back on his haunches. His head was in her crotch, and his tongue licked at her rapidly. She could feel her come running out of her, soaking the dog's muzzle, mingling with his saliva, forming puddles on the floor beneath her buttocks.
Once the dog slid in his tongue and left it there. It was deep within her, touched the back of her womb. The tongue thickened, and Gloria began to hump up and down on it At the same time, she reached down between her legs and pressed her hands against the back of the dog's head.
"Farther," she moaned, "put it in farther."
King moved his tongue, and Gloria groaned. Once again her uterus contracted, and a great quantity of fluid flowed from her. Jake's penis thrust out in the air above her head. A drop of semen fell from the tip, and Gloria opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. The fluid dropped into her mouth, and Gloria swallowed it It felt like molten fire.
"Get up," Jake commanded.
"No...no," Gloria sighed. "Not now." She couldn't stop. Not ever. She never wanted to stop. "Get up!"
She could not disobey him. Quickly she pushed King away from her body, and rose to her feet. She stood watching Jake, waiting for his next command.
"I want you to suck me," Jake said. "I want my prick in your mouth."
"Yes," Gloria said, wincing as the muscles in her vagina contracted once again. "Yes. I want to."
"Bend over and suck it," Jake said, moving toward her. "And pull your skirt up around your waist"
Gloria pulled her skirt up around her waist, baring her buttocks. Her eyes never left the throbbing rod that thrust out from between Jake's legs. It seemed alive now, trembling, growing in length and in breadth. Her mouth was beginning to water. She opened her mouth and moved toward him. She could feel saliva dropping from her tongue.
"I want to suck it," Gloria said. "Let me suck it" "Hunch down," Jake said. "Squat. Then you can suck it" Gloria flexed her knees and went down into a squatting position. Then Jake finally came within her reach.
Like a drowning person clutching for air, Gloria reached out with both hands and took Jake s penis into her grasp. She lifted it up, and licked at his testicles. Animal sounds of passion rumbled in her throat as she licked at the large, tight lumps of tissue.
"Put my prick into your mouth. Hurry up. I'm going to come."
Gloria took the penis in her hands, and thrust it into her gaping mouth. At first she thought she could only accommodate the head; it was so large; she had never seen a penis of such proportions. Surely, she thought, she must choke on it.
But her passion lent her special powers. First the head was in. She sucked on this, moving her head back and forth, wrapping her lips around the sensitive tissue, flicking her tongue across its tip.
She could feel King moving behind her; his cold snout was nosing at her anus. At the same time, his long tongue reached down between her legs and licked across the groove of her vagina. Gloria spread her legs out, modifying her crouch. Her legs were beginning to tremble.
She must have more of the penis in her mouth! Holding her breath, she eased the great penis further. It was going! She was filled with incredible passion. Suddenly she thrust her head forward, and her lips came up against the base of Jake's penis. She had taken him completely into her mouth! She could feel the head of the penis brushing pressing-against the back of her throat She reached under and grasped his testicles.
Jake was moaning. Gloria squeezed harder. At the same time she began to jerk her head violently up and down, imitating the motions of intercourse.
Something else was happening; Gloria's fevered brain struggled to comprehend what it was. And then she knew.
King's nose was no longer in her anus; and his tongue was no longer darting in and out of her vagina.
King was up on her back. And she knew what was about to happen. Even if she had been able to stop it, Gloria knew that she would not Suddenly she knew that this was the most exciting moment of her life. Never had she known a sexual moment like this. She held Jake's penis tightly in her mouth, and waited for what she knew must come.
And it did.
The dog's forepaws crept over her body, until finally they came to rest on her shoulders. Gloria braced her legs so that she could support his great weight At the same time, Jake reached beneath her chest and gripped her breasts, affording her even more support.
She could fed his smooth belly humping up and down on her back, and she could fed his hairy haunches brushing against hers.
Then she felt the tip of the animal's penis rubbing between her legs, searching for her vagina. She sucked harder, and spread her legs, bringing her hips up. The hard, animal penis dug deeper. And then it was at the entrance to her body.
Jake's testicles were beginning to tremble. She could taste something salty on the tip of her tongue, and she knew he was about to explode inside of her. She waited for it, breathing deeply through her nose, waiting for the creamy fluid to jet into her mouth.
And now King had found her. Her body was open to him, and King thrust forward.
And he was in her. They were both in her! Gloria's head was reeling.
Then Jake came, at the same time as Gloria felt a growing warmth between her legs; a fire, flowing through her like molten lead.
Jake came. Gloria put her hands on his penis so that she could feel the contractions. It was as though the penis was breathing in and out Again and again it contracted. Each time a jet of semen shot into her mouth, splattering against the back of her mouth and running down her throat Again and again she swallowed, and sucked harder. She wanted to drain him completely.
Gloria knew then-as she sucked upon the massive member in her mouth and felt the small hard rod slip back and forth between her legs-that this was truly the greatest love-making experience she had ever had. It was something she would-could-never forget. And she did not know whether she would remember this experience as a dream. Or as a nightmare.
DOCTOR: And it turned out to be a nightmare?
GLORIA: Obviously. That was why I had to come to you. It's funny. Like I said, I'd laid every man I'd ever met I thought I'd done everything. But Jake had something to show me. When he loosed that dog Came.......
DOCTOR: But you indicate that you enjoyed the attentions of King.
GLORIA: Yes, I did. But I'm a passionate woman There was something about Jake; something about his dog. There in the wilderness is almost seemed natural that he should share me with the animal. And I loved it while it was happening. I wanted to be fucked by that dog at the same time as Jake was fucking me in the mouth.
DOCTOR: But now you are torn with guilt
GLORIA: Yes. Now I can't forget it I mean, I was had by a dog. And I think I would do it again if I had the chance. That's what bothers me. It was such an exciting experience, that I don't think I can ever be satisfied with normal sex again.
DOCTOR: Have you tried? I mean, have you attempted to have normal relations since your experience with Jake?
GLORIA: Of course. Last night I took on three men at once. It was just no good. There wasn't the same thrill. Do you think you can make me normal again?
DOCTOR: Only time will tell, Gloria. Only time will tell.
GLORIA: That's easy to say, Doc. But I've gotta know. I'll never forget what it felt like to have him in my mouth while, at the same time, King was sucking me from the rear. That's a hard thing to get over, Doc.
CASE FIVE
"I couldn't imagine what Eva was up to, and then I saw that the Cheetah was excited.........
NAM E: Jameson, Donna AGE: 28 HEIGHT: 5'6" WEIGHT: 109
REASON FOR REFERRAL: Trauma resulting from "menage a trois" with a woman and Cheetah.
DOCTOR: Where did you meet Eva?
DONNA: I was a waitress in a downtown restaurant Eva came in quite often, usually with a man. They were always different men, and I suspected that she was having relations with all of them. Anyway, she took a liking to me, and always asked the management to have me wait on her table.
DOCTOR: Was her pet Cheetah with her?
DONNA: Always. At first I didn't know what kind of animal it was. I mean, I thought it was a leopard or something because that's what it looked like. I was afraid to go anywhere near it Then my boss explained that it was Just a pet cheetah. It looked like a leopard, but was very tame. Then I realized how beautiful the animal really was. Pretty soon I was taking it table scraps. Eva called him Racer, because he could run very fast.
DOCTOR: When did you first learn she was sexually interested in you?
DONNA: Oh, I had no idea. Not until the first time we were along in her apartment. Even then, I didn't understand everything that was happening.
DOCTOR: Tell me about it from the beginning.
DONNA: I guess it was about the tenth time Eva had come into the restaurant This time was different. She had Racer with her, and she sat at the same table. But she had come alone.......
"Hello, Miss Eva," Donna said cheerily, hurrying over to the woman's table the moment Eva had sat down. "May I help you?"
"Of course, Darling," Eva purred. "I'll have tea, and one of those little biscuits."
Eva smiled, and began writing the order on her pad. She tremendously admired the woman she had come to know as Miss Eva. For one thing, Miss Eva was so terribly sophisticated, such a woman of the world. After all, how many women kept a giant male cat for a pet? In fact, Donna thought, in some ways Miss Eva was like her pet She was smooth and graceful, and carried herself like a cat Even her voice purred.
And her body was beautiful, like a cat's. Donna glimpsed up from her pad.
Miss Eva looked especially beautiful today. Her dark blue eyes glowed in the fading sunlight that came in through the window. Her golden hair fell down over her shoulders, accenting her full, sensuous lips, and high cheekbones.
"Yes, Donna thought, just like a cat Beautiful. She wished she were like Miss Eva.
And Miss Eva was dressed beautifully. She had on a blue, two-piece suit, over a pale blue, transparent blouse. Her sizeable breasts bulged from the fabric in a way that made Donna's head dizzy. The way she sat; her firm, rounded buttocks on the edge of the chair; her long shapely legs crossed beneath the table. Her blue stockings perfectly matching her outfit Oh yes, Donna thought. Miss Eva was beautiful.
"Do you like what you see, Donna?"
Donna was startled. She had not realized that she had been staring at Miss Eva. She certainly had been, though, and Miss Eva had caught her. Miss Eva would think there was something wrong with her! Donna could feel the blood rushing to her face.
"Oh, Miss Eva," Donna stammered. "I didn't mean to....."
"That's all right," Miss Eva said. "I think women should be as close as possible. And there's certainly nothing the matter with one woman admiring another's body. Certainly, I prefer it to some man ogling me all over, wanting to put his hands on me. I prefer a woman to look at me anytime."
"Well, Miss Eva......."
"Eva, Please. You don't have to call me Miss." "I didn't mean to be staring, Eva," Donna said, still blushing.
"I told you I liked it."
"I......like to please you," Donna said. And then she blushed again, for she did not know what had made her say a thing like that Yet, in that instant, she knew it was true. She did want to please Eva. Somehow she knew that pleasing Eva would give her a great deal of pleasure.
Unable to control the blood in her face, Donna turned and began to quickly walk away.
"Donna," Eva said in her purring voice. "Why are you running away?"
Confused, Donna stopped and fumbled with her pad. "I was going to get your tea," she said, uneasily.
"You know," Eva said, "you are quite a beautiful woman yourself. Has anyone ever told you that, Dear?"
"Men, sometimes. But I feel the same way you do. I .....can't stand the thought of a man running his dirty hands all over my body, into my private parts."
Eva's eyes flashed. "Come here, Donna. My order can wait."
Donna moved over to the table. She could feel a tingling in her body, and she could not place its source. For some reason, she had prayed that Eva would call her back. She wanted to be with Eva, and she did not understand why.
"You forgot to say hello to Racer," Eva said softly. "I know Racer was disappointed."
Donna looked down at the giant cat The cat was staring right back at her, and there was something in the cheetah's eyes that made Donna uncomfortable; they were so human. Slowly, she reached down And touched the top of Racher's head. She watched the muscles move in the cat's back. Once again she felt a tingle run through her body. She did not seem able to tear her eyes away from the cat's.
"Hello, Racer," Donna said softly, her breath catching in her throat
"Racer," Eva said, "say hello to Donna. Go on, now, Racer. You know what I mean."
The cheetah looked back and forth between Donna and his mistress. Then-moving so quickly that his yellow fur seemed but a blur before Donna's startled eyes-the cheetah rose to his feet and began moving back and forth between Donna's legs. A soft, purring sound rumbled through his lips.
"Oh," Donna said, clasping her arms to her breasts. Her reaction had been instinctive, and she quickly looked around to see if any of the other customers had seen her. But the restaurant was almost empty. The only other patrons were seated across to the other side of the room, and they were talking to each other.
A strange thrill had run through her body when the cat had brushed against her legs. And, for just one brief instant, she had imagined that the cat riad licked her high up on the thigh, above the tops of her stocking. But she could not be sure, it was so fast But the thrill in her body was unmistakable.
"That's a good boy, Racer," Eva said. The cat immediately returned to its place at his mistress' side.
"Racer really knows how to say hello, doesn't he?" Donna said. She had meant it as a joke, but her body was still tingling from her contact with the handsome animal.
"Yes, he does," Eva said evenly. "He certainly does. And he likes you. I can tell."
"Well," Donna said, pressing her lips together in an attempt to stop her own trembling. "I'll go get your order."
"Just a minute," Eva said. Donna stopped in her tracks. "How would you like to spend the rest of the afternoon with me?"
"I......I." Donna searched for words. The prospect completely excited her, and she began trembling again. It seemed so incredible. "But I have to work."
"Listen, Donna," Eva said, reacting out and touching Donna's arm. "I could buy and sell this place, and the manager knows it He won't give me any trouble if I ask him to give you the afternoon off." "You could do that?"
"Yes," Eva said. "And I will. A fine young girl like you shouldn't have to spend all of her time locked up in a place like this. I like you. I think we should spend the afternoon together. I'll show you my apartment"
"I'd like that very much," Donna said. She found that her chest was rising and failing very rapidly, and she was having difficulty breathing.
DOCTOR: And Eva was able to get you the afternoon off?
DONNA: Oh, yes. It was just like she said it would be. She went over to talk to the manager, and he said I could have as much time off as I wanted, as long as I spent that time with Eva.
DOCTOR: And so you went with Eva and her cheetah to Eva's apartment?
DONNA: Yes.
DOCTOR: Tell me about what happened when you got there.
DONNA: Well, first Eva got me a drink. Racer was curled up across the room, following me with his eyes. I was becoming more comfortable with him, and I remembered the thrill I'd had when he'd brushed up against my legs.
DOCTOR: And licked your thigh?
DONNA: Like I said, that happened so fast that I wasn't positive that it had really happened.
DOCTOR: Go on.
DONNA: Eva got me a drink. It was a strong one, but it relaxed me and made me feel doubly good. Then we started to talk. I was very happy there. Time seemed to stand still.
Eva filled Donna's glass for the third time. Donna made no move to protest. The liquor felt good, warming a spot in her stomach. Everything felt good.
"Racer's the only good male I've ever found," Eva said, walking across the room and putting her hand on the cat's head. "Racer is honest, and he's brave. Racer would never hurt a woman. He's the only male companionship I've ever needed."
Donna swallowed, and stifled a giggle. She said something that she never would have said were it not for the liquor in her. But now suddenly everything seemed gay and carefree.
"Don't you ever need a man to make love to you?"
For a moment Donna was afraid that Eva was angry. Eva's eyes flashed, and her hands came up to her throat. But then her eyes softened, and she spoke quietly.
"I've never met any man who could make love like a woman. I'd much rather be loved by a woman than a man."
"Loved by a woman?" Donna's head was swirling.
Eva nodded her head, and cast a glance across the room at Racer. It seemed to Donna as if Racer understood what Eva was saying. The great cat lifted his head. His muscles quivered.
"And there are other ways, Donna. Ways that give a woman great pleasure. But I'm not going to tell you what they are. Not yet. Perhaps, before the afternoon is over, you' ll want to find out for yourself."
"I........I think I want to find out now......" Donna could hardly believe that the words were her own. Eva had suggested that they make love together. And she had mentioned 'other ways'. And now Donna found herself moist between her legs; excited in a way that no man had ever been able to make her.
"So you think you would like to make love with me" "Yes," Donna said, looking directly into Eva's eyes.
Those eyes were blazing now.
"You knew I wanted you from the beginning, didn't you?"
"I don't understand," Donna said, shaking her head.
"You silly girl," Eva said, watching her. "Take off your panties, dear."
Donna could not take her eyes from Eva's. Before this, Donna had not even liked to undress before other women in a locker room. And now Eva was telling her to take off her panties.......
Donna slowly stood up, hesitated a moment, then lifted up her skirt, hooked her fingers into her panties and pulled them off her legs and body. Immediately she dropped her skirt.
"Oh, leave your skirt up, dear," Eva said coaxingly, "Racer and I want to see your pussy."
"Racer......?"
The cat had risen to its feet, and was pacing across the living room floor in front of her. He was staring at her thighs.
"Racer and I share all of our pleasures," Eva said. "But never mind about him. I want to see your pussy. Don't you want to show it to me?"
Donna bit at her lip. Her blood suddenly felt very hot, and her eyes were fastened on Eva's breasts. She had never seen another woman naked; and she wondered what Eva's breasts would look like. Would they be the same? Would they be different? But she must do as Eva said.
"Yes," Donna said. "Yes, I do."
Once again, Donna lifted her skirt, baring her garters, the tops of her stockings, and the soft, hairy mound between her legs. Eva stared openly at her and spread her legs self-consciously. Eva's eyes opened even wider, and Donna could feel a wetness growing over her crotch. Impulsively, she touched her hairy mound and found it was wet
"That's good," Eva said. "I like to watch you touch yourself. Do it again."
Donna slowly spread her legs, reaching down with her hand, and felt her vagina. An electric thrill ran through her body. Impulsively-almost moving with a life of its own, her middle finger separated from the rest and began to trace a line up and down the groove of her vagina.
"Put it in," Eva said lightly. "Let me see you finger yourself."
Donna immediately plunged her middle finger into her body, and felt every muscle in her body tighten convulsively. Suddenly the palm of her hand was filled with clear, warm fluid, and Donna realized that she had had an orgasm. Eva was rubbing her hands over her breasts, slowly unbuttoning her suit jacket. Suddenly she stopped and pointed over to the long, low couch in the corner of the room.
"Sit down there," Eva said. "Sit on the edge and spread your legs."
Donna had no idea what was to happen, but she did know that Eva was providing her with great excitement
Donna walked quickly over to the sofa, sat down, lay back, and lifted her legs.
Eva quickly pulled a small settee over in front of Donna, and sat down so that she was facing between Donna's legs. Donna could feel herself breathing very rapidly. Even at that moment, she was having another orgasm. The muscles inside her vagina contracted and expanded, squeezing out more love fluid.
Eva slowly lifted Donna's skirt up around her waist and began to run her hands up and down Donna's nylon-sheathed legs. Once or twice she lingered at Donna's garters, twisting her fingers in the elastic. Once she leaned over and kissed Donna's thigh in the same place that the cat had licked her. Donna winced with ecstasy, and spread her legs even further apart. She was tortured by pleasure, wracked by ecstasy.
"You have a beautiful vagina," Eva breathed. "The kind I like to kiss."
"Oh yes," Donna said. It was all she could do to keep from screaming: "Oh, please kiss it!"
Suddenly Eva reached under both of Donna's thighs, and lifted up her legs. This had the effect of causing Donna to fall even further back on the couch. Her vagina was open-beckoning. Sliding her hands down Donna's thighs, Eva pressed her full lips against the wet opening. Donna squirmed uncontrollably, but Eva held her tightly, her fingers pressing into the soft flesh of Donna's buttocks.
"More," Donna sighed. "Kiss it more."
Eva did not seem to hear her, but it made no difference. Her head was going up and down now, as her tongue caressed the vaginal groove. Donna could feel herself experiencing orgasm after orgasm and she had to dig her fingers into the fabric of the couch to keep from rolling off.
Eva's tongue was darting in and out of her body, touching her clitoris. Donna had never known there could be such ecstasy, and she wanted it never to end.
Now Eva was sucking at her vaginal lips, rolling them back and forth between her own lips and gums. The fluid flowed in a steady stream.
Donna looked over at her side and was startled to find that Racer was sitting on his haunches, staring at Eva as she continued to lick and suck at Donna's vagina. The cat's eyes were very bright, and his tongue lolled out of his mouth. Even more startling was the stiff member that protruded from between his legs, sticking out on the carpet. It took Donna a moment to fully realize that the cheetah was sexually stimulated. The cat knew what his mistress was doing, and he was excited by it
Donna knew she should be shocked by such a spectacle. Instead, she was further excited.
And then Eva was sitting again in front of her and the wonderful, darting tongue was gone from between her legs. Eva's mouth was wet.
"Easy, Racer," Eva said, patting the animal on the head. "It's not over yet" Then she turned to Donna. "Did you enjoy the way I made love to you, Dear?"
Donna was speechless. All she could do was shake her head affirmatively. And she knew she wanted more.
"Let me see your breasts."
Donna's fingers flew over the buttons on her blouse, tearing and ripping at the fabric. When she had removed her blouse, she reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. Then she removed the bra and cupped her breasts, as if offering them as a sacrifice to Eva. She could fed her nipples-hard and distended-biting into her palms.
"Now would you like to see mine?"
"Yes," Donna said, finally finding her voice. "Yes, I would. Please."
Eva unhurriedly unbuttoned the buttons on her suit jackets, and shrugged it off her shoulders. Donna gasped. She could see now that Eva wore a see-through blouse. And she was not wearing a bra.
The jacket had hidden the massive size of the other woman's breasts. Eva was truly massively endowed. Her full breasts stuck out from her body, pressing against the nylon of her blouse. Eva's hard nipples pressed against the sheer fabric of the blouse; they became even more taut as Donna stared at them.
"Do you like them?"
"They're beautiful," Donna said quietly. "They're the loveliest breasts I've ever seen. Truly, they are. The nipples are so big!"
"Racer!" Eva said suddenly, slipping the blouse off her body and motioning to the giant cat Racer immediately perked up his ears, leaped to his feet and ran across the living room to stand beside his mistress.
"Racer likes my tits too," Eva said, glancing up at Donna. "Watch, and you'll see what I mean when I say that Racer is the only male companion I'll ever need." She reached down and patted Racer's head. The muscles twitched in the cat's body. "Do you want to suck me, Racer?"
A low, sensual growl erupted from the animal's throat A long pink, wet tongue darted out and licked across sharp, white teeth. As before, the animal's penis was hard, thrusting out from its body.
Eva sat down on the floor. All of her movements were slow and graceful; and she never took her eyes from those of the cat Her hands slowly came up and cupped her massive breasts. The nipples sat in her palms like pieces of rock candy, their tips pointed and sharp. "Lick them, Racer," Eva said. "Show Donna how nice you can be."
The cat knew exactly what was expected of it. It craned its neck forward, and licked at one of the exposed nipples. Eva cried out, and squeezed the breast in her hand. "Racer's tongue is very rough. When he licks it over your nipples, it's like every nerve in your body is coming alive."
Donna said nothing. Her mouth was open as she stared at Racer and Eva. Her own hands were unconsciously toying with her breasts, and she tried to imagine what it would fed like to have the great cat licking at her nipples; the rough, wet tongue lapping up and down.
The cat's movements became more agitated. His bead moved up and down more quickly. Donna could see that both of Eva's nipples were very enlarged, jutting out from the ivory white flesh surrounding the red-orange tips. Now even the flesh was becoming red from the cat's licking, but this seemed to only increase Eva's pleasure. She was squeezing both her breasts now, urging the cat on. Racer seemed to thoroughly understand what his mistress expected of him, and to enjoy the activity.
Donna squeezed at her own breasts. When this did not satisfy her, she began to squeeze the nipples hard between her fingertips. It amazed her how the nipples swelled up beneath her own touch. Finally she began to slap her breasts back and forth, as she saw Eva doing. A warm, beautiful glow was traveling throughout her body.
Eva had taken one hand from her body, leaned forward, and was groping between the animal's legs. The cat purred excitedly, and lifted one leg. The frequency of his lapping did not diminish. If anything, it increased; the pink tongue was scarcely more than a blur as it raced up and down the flesh of Eva's chest, lapping at Eva's breasts as though they were great puddles of rich cream.
Eva continued her groping between the animal's legs, and it took Donna a few moments to realize that Eva was actually playing with the cat's penis, forcing Racer to ever greater heights of ecstasy. Her hand jumped up and down, stroking and poking, rubbing and patting. And then her hand came away wet
Donna's own vagina was wet; she craved some form of stimulation. Eva was completely preoccupied with the love-making of her pet cheetah, and Donna was frantic. At last her eyes came to rest on the long, knob-tipped handle on a serving dish in the middle of the coffee table. Still squeezing her breasts, Donna leaned over and picked up the article.
She stared at It for a moment, then turned it in her hand and thrust the handle up under her dress.
"Yes, dear," Eva said, her eyes glazed, her hand pumping beneath the cat's body. "That's a good idea. Let me see you fuck yourself with the dish."
Donna barely heard her. Passion was carrying to the tops of mountains she had never known existed. The knob of the handle was brushing against her vagina now. It slid back and forth easily, owing to the love juices that were smeared all over her hair, and was still flowing from her body. Donna lifted one leg, braced it on the top of the coffee table, and thrust the handle of the serving dish into her body. She let out a loud groan as the wooden length slid into her, and then came to rest against the back of her womb.
Eva was in a frenzy now, watching Donna, and masturbating the cheetah. Suddenly the woman lay back on the floor, reached down and pulled up her dress. At the sight of Eva's long, lovely legs, her blue stockings and garters, Donna pumped the dish into herself even harder. She was having another orgasm. Despite the fact that the muscles in her arm were growing numb, she continued to pump the handle back and forth. Come flowed down out of her body, over the surface of the dish, into her hand, and onto the floor. With her free hand, she continued to squeeze and pull at her nipples.
"I can't stand it," Donna moaned. "I can't stand the pleasure."
"Keep going!" Eva commanded. "Keep going! It's only begun."
As his mistress had laid back on the floor, Racer had jumped around to her side, and was busy bending over her, lapping back and forth at her breasts. Eva still had one hand thrust out to her side, moving around between the beast's legs. With the other hand she reached down and struggled .to remove her panties from her body. At last they came off, down past her garters and over her stockings. Finally she lifted one leg and threw them over to a corner of the room. Then she spread her legs out flat on the carpet
"Down, Racer," Eva said, "Get down on me."
She was pushing at Racer's head with her hand, forcing him further and further down her body. But Racer knew what was expected of him. He paused a moment to lap at her exposed belly-button, then quickly leapt between her legs. Without a moment's hesitation the cat buried his head between his mistress's thighs. A strange mask of ecstasy and peace came over Eva's face, freezing the features in an expression of unearthly passion. Donna stared at the two of them. Hypnotized, tortured by the pleasure they were sharing together. Racer was tapping now, his neck muscles stiff as he struggled to maintain his position between Eva's wildly thrashing legs.
Donna was leaping up and down on the wooden handle now, striving to drive the handle even further into her body. And then Eva motioned for her to come over.
Quickly Donna took the handle from between her legs and rushed over to kneel down beside the prone figure of Eva. Eva's lips worked feebly, her words choked off by her passion. Donna could hear slurping, wet sounds coming from the area where Racer was at work on his mistress' body. Donna bent down close to Eva's mouth so that she could hear the words that dribbled from the trembling lips.
"Kneel down over my mouth," Eva whispered. "I want to eat you again"
Donna whirled her skirts up over her waist, then swung one leg around and over on the other side of Eva's head. Eva suddenly reached back around Donna's waist and pulled Donna's vagina down onto her mouth. Immediately
Donna felt Eva's tongue slipping up into her, exploring all her inner parts.
Donna arched her back so' as to make the passageway between her legs even more straight and narrow. The tongue crept up, lapping at her stiff clitoris, causing the fluid to flow in great, milky spurts.
Donna kept her eyes glued on the animal's bobbing head, a few feet away from her. Racer had crouched down even further, and now seemed to be trying to suck at his mistresses vaginal lips. Donna could see that this was difficult for the animal to do, and Eva was jerking her hips up and down in an effort to help him. Also, the animal's haunches were twitching violently now that Eva's hand was no longer there to stimulate him. At once, Donna felt and overwhelming passion for both Eva and the cat She wanted to suck Eva's vagina lips, and she wanted the cheetah to be stimulated.
She was already completely busy, what with Eva sucking and licking at her vagina, and her own hands buried in the mounds of flesh on Eva's chest squeezing and teasing at the nipples. She could feel Eva's hand caressing the area around her anus; she could feel Eva's index finger groping for the tight hole, and then squeezing through the surrounding flesh to finally enter it
"God," Donna moaned, beside herself with ecstasy.
"I want to suck you," Donna moaned.
Somehow, the cheetah seemed to understand her wish. The cat suddenly bounded away from Eva's body, leaving the area between her legs completely exposed. Seeing this, Donna opened her mouth in a silent cry, fell over and took all of Eva's hairy mound of Venus into her wet mouth.
Once again, Eva's motions settled down to a steady rhythm, moving up and down as Donna took the soaking vaginal lips into her mouth and sucked hard at them. Her body was still on top of Eva's, and Eva had grasped
Donna's buttocks and pulled herself up so that her mouth was still buried between Donna's outstretched legs. They were coupled perfectly, and for long moments, the only sound in the room was the wet, slurping sounds caused by the movements of their mouths on one another's genitals.
And then there was the exciting purring of the cat
Now Racer was not sure what was expected of him. Both of the women were clinging to one another's body, covering each other's genitalia with their mouths, sucking and kissing one another. Their hands darted and flew to the other's breasts, squeezing and fondling. And the cheetah's penis ached with unspent passion.
Racer could see Eva's index finger slowly moving in and out of the hole between the other woman's buttocks. He slinked forward, and touched his muzzle to his mistress' hand. Immediately the hand came away.
Racer nuzzled the open hole. The woman on top of his mistresses began to hump up and down wildly. Racer nuzzled the opening again, and he heard a strange sound come fro the other woman's mouth.
His body was now aflame, and he began to climb up on top of the wildly writhing bodies. The feel of the stockings on the woman's legs felt good to his smooth underbelly, and Racer rubbed up and down against the legs for a few minutes, then climbed up even further so that his aching member was even with the other woman's hole. And then the cheetah thrust his haunches forward, burying his stiff penis in Donna's anus.
Once again there was a sharp cry from the other woman, the woman on top of Racer's mistress. But she did not try to move away. Her body was moving wildly beneath him, and Racer began to move, grasping the woman's shoulders with his paws, pressing his own body against hers. He could feel a warmth springing up in his belly, spreading throughout his body. The woman continued to move wildly beneath him. Racer purred.
DOCTOR: And it is your feeling that the cheetah had an orgasm within your body?
DONNA: Yes, Doctor. And I can't forget it I can't understand what came over me.
DOCTOR: And you say that as far as you were concerned, you had no idea what Eva had in mind before she invited you over to her apartment
DONNA: No. I swear that's the truth. I mean, I was attracted to her, but I really didn't understand why. I still don't understand why, and that's why I came to you. I mean, it was like Eva had some strange kind of power over me. I went with her to her apartment and had die drinks I told you about I couldn't understand what she was up to-that is, when she first started to fool around and then I saw that the Cheetah was excited. I mean, I saw that animal's penis and it shocked me. But the shock didn't stop me from doing what I did. Am I an evil woman, Doctor?"
DOCTOR: I don't believe so, Donna. I believe you are a troubled individual, but I believe we can get to the root of those troubles. Did you have a good relationship with your father?
DONNA: Not really. My father was always drinking, and carrying on with other women. He hurt my mother terribly. He was a no-good man.
DOCTOR: Uhm. How about your mother? Did you get along with her?
DONNA: Always. It was always my mother who took care of me, and loved me. It was always my mother that I wanted to be like. I always loved my mother, and hated my father for what he did to her.
DOCTOR: Do you think your mother enjoyed having sex with your father?
DONNA: I know she didn't He was very brutal with her. With him, it was never making love. It was more like he always wanted to rape her, if you know what I mean.
DOCTOR: I know what you mean. And I think we're getting close to the root of your problems. Of course it's much too early to tell. But there are certain indications that the episode with Eva and her cheetah was predestined because of your experiences in your childhood.
DONNA: But what about Eva?
DOCTOR: It would be impossible for me to say without talking to Eva. But from what you tell me, Eva is a pretty sick girl herself. It appears that she herself had relationships with her pet cheetah regularly. Actual sexual Intercourse.
DONNA: Yes. She hated men. She would rather go to bed with her animal. I don't want to be like that, Doctor. Not ever. It's true that I had anal intercourse with the animal, and I knew that I must face up to it I was just too carried away to stop myself. When I felt Eva's tongue inside my vagina, licking around-her hands squeezing my breasts........and then I felt Racer crawling up my back, his penis pressing against my anus......I had to have him in me. Can you understand that. I had my own mouth on
Eva's vagina and it was so wet, so delicious......that I couldn't stop. I had to have all of my body openings filled. And then I felt Racer on my back, and I'd seen him eating away at Eva.....well, I just let him push it into me.
I don't ever want to allow it to happen to me again, Doctor. Not ever. I want to be a normal, healthy woman. Can you help me? I don't ever again want to feel that I..... want...to.....be laid by an.....animal.
DOCTOR: Easy now, Donna. Don't cry. The very fact that you're upset is a healthy sign. I think if s obvious that you were originally looking for a lesbian relationship even though you didn't realize it at the time. This urge was probably planted in your childhood. You felt, after your experiences with your mother and father, that the only good relationship you could have was with another woman. And so you were an easy target for Eva, and her perversions.
DONNA: Can you cure me, Doctor?
DOCTOR: You'll have to cure yourself, Donna. But I think that will be relatively easy. For one thing, you are highly motivated. And we have already begun the process of cure with the story you have told me. I see no reason why, one day, you shouldn't walk out of here as a normal, healthy woman. And I'm sure there will be a young man waiting for you.
CASE SIX
"And then I saw the thing standing in front of mo. If s organ looked two feet long.......'
NAME Baker, Joan HEIGHT: 5'4" WEIGHT: 124 lbs. AGE: 37
REASON FOR REFERRAL Trauma resulting from participation in Native tribal rites.
DOCTOR: You and your husband have worked together as a team for many years?
JOAN: Since we got out of college. We were married right after graduation, and we immediately went to Brazil since we were both anthropologists, and it seemed to us that Brazil was the best place to begin our studies on primitive tribes. We wanted to discover tribes of people that no one had ever discovered before. Brazil seemed the best place to do that Brazil has more unexplored jungle than any other country in the world. We thought we would discover tribes and tribal customs-that would make us famous.
DOCTOR: And you did?
JOAN: Oh, not the first time. I guess it was the third time we went back. We had heard of a mysterious tribe at the headwaters of the Amazon. Apparently they worshipped some god that they believed was the god of all animal life We were excited about this, for from all the reports we had heard, there actually was some sort of half-man, half-beast, that they worshipped, and that was real. There were legends about it Well, to us, this seemed as though it would be a fantastic discovery, if we could find this beast. After all, for all we knew, it might be the famous 'missing link'-the link between animal life and human life on the Earth. We immediately set out to find the tribe.
DOCTOR: But you had trouble from the beginning.
JOAN: Yes. None of the friendly natives would go with us, not after they found out where we wanted to go-and what tribe we wanted to find. They were all afraid. So we had to go alone. And we did.
DOCTOR: But you found the tribe.
JOAN: Yes, After many weeks of searching, and almost being killed by the wild life and so on in the jungle But at least we paddled out way up onto a long, cleared shore. And natives came out to carry our canoe up on the shore. From their appearances-completely different from any tribe we had ever seen before we knew they were the Zuanis, the tribe we had set out to find.
DOCTOR: But they were completely friendly?
JOAN: Yes. At first they were. But of course we didn't know at that time, Jim and I, what it was that they want us for.
DOCTOR: You mean, you didn't know what they want you for.
JOAN: Yes. That's exactly what I mean......
DOCTOR: How long had you lived with them before you found out exactly what it was that they wanted you for.
JOAN: About three months. By this time, we had learn their language, and taught two or three of their head ma to speak ours.
DOCTOR: Tell me what happened then.......
JOAN: We were summoned to a meeting of the heads the village. We were not surprised because this was fairly common custom. If I had known what was going to happen that afternoon, I think I might have commit suicide........
Joan walked assuredly to her place at one corner of the counsel ring, and sat down, crossing her legs as she did so. Her husband sat down beside her.
"I wonder what this meeting is about," Joan's husband said. "This is the first time I've ever known them to call one at this time of the day."
"Maybe it's something really special," Joan said, squeezing her knees in anticipation. "Maybe now we're going t get a look at the thing that we came all this way to see.
"You mean the missing link' ?The half-man, half-beast?"
"Why not?" Joan said, shrugging her shoulders. We've been here months now. Don't you think they trust us by now?"
"I don't know," Jim said.-"There's something creepy about the whole thing. Sometimes I feel like saying the hell with it, and getting out of here. I don't like the way some of those native men look at you."
"Oh, come now," Joan said impatiently. "After all, they are men, and I'm not the ugliest woman in the world. You like to play with my body. Why shouldn't they enjoy looking at it?"
"I don't like it when you talk like that," Jim said. "It almost seems as if you enjoy their attention. After all, they are savages, aren't they?"
"They've never bothered us in any way. After all the fear we saw in the other natives, we ought to be grateful for that And you can't keep a man-any man-from looking at a beautiful woman."
"Oh, I know that," Jim said. "But sometimes I get the impression that they're looking at you in a different way, almost as if they were thinking of you not for themselves, but for some other purpose."
Joan felt a cold shiver run down her spine. As a matter of fact, she had gotten the same impression herself, and had tried to shrug it off as her imagination. Now she was not so sure.
"Oh, that's nonsense," Joan said. "Be quiet now, here comes the chief."
The chief of the tribe entered the ring of bodies and took his place on the large pillow at the northern end. Joan and Jim bowed, as they had learned to do, showing their deference and respect The chief smiled back at them.
"We welcome you to our counsel," the chief said, addressing them directly.
Joan and Jim looked at one another. Usually, in the council meetings, they were completely ignored. And this was the way they preferred it to be, unknown unrecognized. This way the members of the tribe forgot about them and went about their business, enabling Jim and Joan to go about their business of writing and studying the tribe. But now they were the first ones who had been spoken to.
"We greet you," Jim said, using the native tongue. "We honor your presence."
"No," the chief said, "We honor your presence."
He had motioned to Joan. Jim looked back and forth between his wife and the chief. Joan was suddenly very conscious of the way her breasts and nipples stuck out from her khaki work jacket And the slacks she wore were very tight She had never been self-conscious about these things before. But there was something about the way the chief had spoken that made her so now.
"I don't understand," Jim said quickly. You are pointing to my wife What is different about this occasion?"
"We have been grateful for this gift from the sun gods that you call your wife," the chief said. Joan's eyes widened, and Jim made as if to speak but the chief cut him off with a wave of his hand. Immediately there were a dozen strong warriors surrounding Jim, their hands on the long daggers that they wore in their waist bands. "We know your woman is a gift from the sun god, because she is so perfect" the chief concluded.
"Please" Joan said, blushing. "I appreciate your attention, but-"
"You have a wondrous body," the chief continued, "and wisely, you have never made any attempt to conceal it from us. Even though you cover your body, your clothes are so tight as to leave no doubt as to how you're formed. You have wonderful growths on your chest, growths that all men like. And with the pants that you wear, we are always able to see the cleft and swelling of the thing between your legs; the wondrous opening-that hole-that all men live to thrust their own organ into. Yes, woman called Joan, you have been most generous."
Joan immediately flushed a brilliant scarlet, covered her chest with her arms and brought her legs tightly together. "I never meant to," Joan said, her tone verging on panic. "You all have the wrong idea."
Out of the corner of her eye, Joan could see her husband struggling with two or three of the chief's young warriors. His struggles were all in vain.
"No," the chief said. "We know exactly why you are here. And we thank the sun god."
"But we came here to see Rah," Joan exclaimed. "Your god, half-man, half-beast You know that"
The chiefs eyes gleamed. "See Rah, you will!" The chief said loudly. "For Rah has given the sign that he is now ready to see you!"
"I still don't understand."
"Rah wants you," the chief repeated. "You will be Rah's bride. He has seen you from the mountaintop."
Joan gasped, and struggled against the hands that held her. But she was swept along the ground like a twig in a torrent of human flesh. She looked for Jim and saw that he was being dragged along, too. She opened her mouth and screamed, but it did her no good. Her screams echoed back and forth against the rock walls of the surrounding cliffs.......
DOCTOR: Where did they take you?
JOAN: To a place Jim and I had never seen before. There was a cleft in the rocks along a sheer cliff face. On the mountain. Jim and I had thought there was nothing but solid rock all the way through. Instead, we found ourselves dragged through this opening. It came out into a small valley, all green and lush. There was a path that led down into the valley, then up the other side and stopped before a huge cave cut into the other rock wall. There was a huge wooden altar in front of the cave.
They took Jim and tied him to a stake at one end of the valley.
DOCTOR: Did it appear as though they wanted to hurt him?
JOAN: At first I thought so. Then I realized they had just put him there to keep him out of the way while they did to me whatever they were going to do to me.......
DOCTOR: And what did they do to you?
JOAN: They tied me up alongside the wooden altar. Then they stripped the upper half of my body........
Joan struggled with all her might, but it was useless. In a matter of a few seconds the chief and his helpers had torn her blouse from her body, then cut her bra straps, leaving the top half of her body completely exposed.
Her breasts cascaded down across her chest, and her nipples gleamed in the harsh sunlight. She tried to cover herself, but it was no use. Her hands were tied securely to a rail on the wooden altar. There was nothing she could do but stand there, helpless in the nakedness.
What made it worse was that her breasts were very large-much larger than those of the native women-and all the man were fascinated by them. They crowded around and stared. Joan was horrified to find that her embarrassment caused the nipples to tighten and harden. They rose up and pointed ahead. The men laughed, and then the chief ordered them away.
Jim was yelling at the top of his lungs. As Joan watched, one of the natives came over and pressed a large, liquid-filled gourd to his lips, forcing the liquid down his throat I understand, Jim's eyes glazed, then his head slumped forward on his chest "You haven't hurt him?!"
"It is just a sleeping potion," the chief said. "His noise will disturb Rah. He will sleep throughout the offering." "Offering?!"
"Only of your body," the chief said. "Rah will not harm you in any way." The chief smiled. "In fact," he continued, "you might find yourself highly delighted. You should consider this a great honor. All of our own women-even those who are married-secretly wish for Rah to choose them at least once to be his bride."
"But I have a husband!"
"Do not yell!" the chief said, growing impatient "Rah will only use you for a little while, and then you may go your own way. But first you must be given to Rah. Rah has demanded it."
Joan opened her mouth to protest again, but was cut short by a roar that came from the depths of the cave and echoed out over the valley. Joan felt her flesh begin to crawl. What manner of beast resided in the cave?!"
"That is Rah," the chief said, as if answering her thoughts. "He has told us that he is coming."
Even in the midst of her terror, the scientist in Joan was at work. "What is Rah?" she said. "How did he get here?"
The roaring increased in volume, and Joan shuddered.
"Rah is our god of living things," the chief said. "As you will soon see, he is a man-beast, with the best of both. He has the cunning of a man, and the strength and lust of an animal. A perfect combination."
Joan opened her mouth to speak but could not make any sound come forth.
And then Rah appeared in the entrance of the cave.
Joan was too startled to scream. Rah was the missing link, she thought, even as the creature slowly made his way down toward her.
He moved on two feet, but they were large, heavily muscled legs, and he moved awkwardly, as thought he were just learning to stand erect
He had a high, downed forehead, and his eyes were very man-like. How they were fastened on her breasts and they glowed with passion. Rah's entire body was covered with long, silky hair.
Rah stopped a few feet away from Joan, and a low rumbling escaped from his throat
"He likes you," the chief whispered.
Joan wondered what would have happened to her if Rah had not liked her, but she did not have time to ask the question. Still staring at her pendulous breasts, Rah suddenly stood up straight, and Joan gasped for breath.
The silky hair between his legs parted, and Joan could see a monstrous penis swelling up before her eyes, jutting out from between the muscular thighs, pushing aside the surrounding curtain of hair. It grew and grew, swelling with blood; Joan wondered when if ever, it would stop growing.
And then it was there before her, a massive log of a penis, fully two feet in length, and bigger around than both of her hands forming a circle.
Joan was filled with a new panic, and struggled to free herself from her bonds. Surely, she thought such a member would injure her. And even if she lived through the ordeal of Rah's love-making, what kind of a woman would she be later, having been raped by an animal-god?
Why then, did she feel a sudden excitement in her loins. Rising above her fear like a phoenix above the ashes, was a strange form of excitement For all she knew, she was looking upon the largest penis in the world. No matter that it belonged to an animal, for this animal was also half-man. And it looked like a man's penis. She could even see a large pair of testicles dangling down between his legs underneath the base of the penis. What would it feel like to have that great organ stuffed between her legs?
Joan shook her head, trying to shake such thoughts from her mind. It was insane that she should be aroused by the prospect of being made love to by such a beast. Still, there was no denying that she was aroused. The nipples on hee breasts had swollen to the size of quarters, and they were trembling, but not with embarrassment. The were trembling with passion.
"There is something about Rah," the chief said, "that arouses a maiden's passion. I can see you are no different from all the others. Relax and enjoy yourself. And remember that you must be content with having Rah only once for he has a different maiden each time."
"I don't even want him once-"
Joan hesitated. One of the great hands had come out and was toying with her breast. For all Rah's fierce appearance, his touch was surprisingly gentle. And she seemed to sense a gentleness in his eyes, even a shyness. It seemed incredible, nevertheless it was true. Joan considered herself a good judge of character, and this beast seemed surprisingly gentle. Even lonely.
Her breast danced beneath his fingers, and Joan stood very still. Then the other hand came up and squeezed her other breast The shock was electric, and Joan could not prevent a groan of pleasure from escaping her lips.
She was alone with Rah now. The chief had gone back to sit with his tribe, circling the altar behind her. Joan could see only the eyes of the beast before her.
Rah stepped forward and the head of his long penis brushed against her body. Joan shivered. But Rah made no move to penetrate her with his member. Instead he bent forward and, bracing his hands on either side of her, began to gently lick at her breasts.
Rah's tongue was very man-like, only stronger and slightly rougher. The sensation of the rough tongue licking across her smooth flesh and dimpled nipples was absolutely delightful.
"Ohhhh," Joan moaned. Rah grunted, and licked faster. At the same time, his lips wrapped around one of the nipples, and Joan felt it being sucked into his mouth. Joan moaned again, and could not keep from thrusting her chest forward, to help Rah in sucking her breasts.
Rah's mouth was very strong. With the strength of his lips alone, he drew her nipple deep into the wet, warm recesses of his mouth until the flesh of her breast stuck out straight in the air. Then he released the nipple and the breast fell back on her chest, making a sharp, slapping sound. Joan found even this momentary pain delightful.
But Rah was obviously upset that he might have hurt Joan. His fingertips caressed the red-tipped breast, and his soft eyes appealed to her.
"It's all right," Joan heard herself saying. "Go ahead and suck the other one."
She could hardly believe that she had spoken. She was actually trying to communicate with an animal. Why, then, did it seem as though Rah understood her? And why did she want Rah to understand her?
Rah grunted and shook his head as though he understood. And then he reached across her body, squeezing her flesh in his hand, and popped the other nipple into his mouth.
"Suck hard," Joan whispered. "You won't hurt me."
Rah sucked greedily at her breast, stretching the flesh, sending delicious thrills up and down Joan's body. He had a trick of sucking her nipple into his mouth, then using his rough tongue to press it against the roof of his mouth, kneading it back and forth, massaging it until, in Joan's excitement, the tiny piece of hard flesh grew to twice its normal size.
Joan loved it Her husband had never been able to give her such pleasure, yet here was this beast filling her with ecstasy.
Only once, the chief had said. Only once.
Her hands were still bound behind her back, and so she could not touch Rah. But his rigid penis was moving back and forth across her body. Once is slipped between her knees, and Joan quickly closed her legs.
She did not press hard, for she did not want to hurt or frighten Rah. But she did squeeze very gently, her knee caps pressing against the hard, quivering flesh of his penis.
Rah looked up sharply at her, and she could see his pleasure reflected in his eyes. His hips began to move back and forth, forcing the skin on his penis to slide back and forth. He obviously enjoyed this activity. Joan looked directly into his eyes, ran her tongue across her lips, and squeezed her knees together even more tightly. The beast groaned, and sucked hard at both breasts, alternating quickly between one nipple and another.
And Rah was doing something else, He was reaching behind her back with his hands and removing her bonds! He was going to free her, Joan thought He wanted her, but he also sensed that she wanted him. Therefore, he was going to free her!
The last of the ropes fell to the ground, and Joan felt the blood rush back into her wrists. She could flee, Joan thought Instead, she placed both of her hands down between her legs, on the upper surface of the penis. Then she grabbed it and squeezed hard.
Rah growled his appreciation. Joan, still using both hands, continued to masturbate him, moving both of her hands rapidly back and forth in time to the movements of the beast's hips.
Once she reached down and rested her hand on Rah's testicles. She could feel a warm wetness growing in the palm of her other hand. The beast was having an orgasm! Somehow, this made Joan sad. She did not want this experience to end. Not yet
But the experience was not at an end. Rah was anything but satisfied. His man-like hands were groping between her thighs, massaging the mound beneath her slacks, pressing against it
Joan could feel the wetness spreading over the front of her body, and it took a moment for her to realize that just the feel of her breast in the beast's mouth, and his hand in her crotch, was causing her to have an orgasm.
She wanted him against her naked flesh! Still stroking his penis and testicles with one hand, she took the other and unzipped the zipper at the side of her slacks. Then she took Rah's hairy wrist and forced his hand down into her panties. Once again the sensation was like that of an electric shock. Joan squirmed, wriggling beneath the beast's touch, at the same time struggling to pull down her slacks and panties without pulling her breast from the beast's mouth.
And then all of her clothes were off her body. And she knew what she wanted. Very quickly she jumped up and back so that she landed in a sitting position on the edge of the wooden altar.
Her nipple came out of Rah's mouth with a loud pop. For a moment, Rah looked bewildered. But then he saw that his face was actually between Joan's legs, and she had spread her legs and planted her feet on his shoulders.
Joan's vagina spread out before his eyes. He had had many maidens, but none as passionate as this one. She was not frightened. In fact, she seemed to want him to make love to her. Before, he had always been so lonely; now this maiden was reaching out to him.........
Rah stroked the silken thighs, then came forward and kissed the glistening vaginal lips. The woman moaned and trembled. Rah kissed them harder, sucking the two slabs of flesh into his mouth and moving them around, running his tongue along their inside surface.
The woman was so warm and wet inside; it filled Rah with a glorious feeling. He planted his mouth firmly on the open hole, and thrust his tongue into the gaping opening. The woman's legs suddenly tightened around his head, and he could feel the pressure of her hand on the back of his head.
He wanted to please her, please her as she was pleasing him.
Rah continued to lick at Joan, settling down to a steady, rolling motion with his head, sliding his tongue all the way into her body, tickling the soft, fleshy insides, then drawing it back out and running his tongue up and around the inside of the lips.
The maiden seemed to like this very much, for her love juice was beginning to flow in large amounts, filling his mouth and throat with warm, sweet wetness.
Once he found something small and hard inside her body, and he pressed his lips hard around this object, and massaged it gently with his lips. He could feel her insides contract around his tongue, and then she gushed.
Suddenly she was tearing at his hair, trying to force him back. Had he hurt her? Did she want him to stop? The thought tore through Rah like the edge of a blade.
Joan took Rah's head in her hands and forced him back. She must have more; much more. She must feel his penis in her hands. In her mouth.
Rah stepped back from her body, his eyes filled with hurt Joan immediately jumped down off the platform, landing on her knees in front of him. The head of his penis was an inch in front of her eyes. And before she, or Rah, completely understood what she was doing, she took the base of the penis in her hands, steadying it, and slipped her mouth over the head.
Rah grunted, and almost backed away. No maiden had ever done this to him before, and he was not quite sure what to make of it Whatever it was that she was doing-taking the tip of his penis into her mouth and rolling her head around, flicking across its surface with the tip of her tongue-it felt wonderful, and he did not want her to stop.
There were so many things that Rah did not understand. For one thing, he had always been so lonely. He did not really know who, or what he was. He did not remember being born, and he did not remember any mother or father And he could not find anyone who was as he was.
He had made his way to these mountains, and had resolved to live alone, away from the ferocious animals in the lowlands. And then one day he had been found by the natives, and they had showered him with gifts and made him a god.
Rah did not understand everything. He understood that he was not a man. And he was not an animal. He belonged to no one. There were no females to keep him company and make him happy. He was destined to live out his life alone, a freak of nature. If it must be so, he had decided that it was just as well for him to stay with the natives who fed him, and worshipped him. Sometimes they would even bring one of their women for him to have. This seemed to also give him pleasure and so he played what he considered to be a silly game; he was their god.
But still he had always been lonely. Some of the native women had been filled with passion; but they had also been filled with fear for, after all, they did consider him a god, and expected at any moment to be struck down with a bolt of lightening if they did not please him.
It was different with this strange white woman; she seemed to give of herself because she wanted to give of herself, and this made all the difference in the world.
And Rah was tremendously grateful to the woman for this.
Meanwhile, Joan was filled with a flaming passion. She sensed that the beast-man was lonely, and this filled her with a strange, almost unquenchable fire. All she had to give him was herself, and she would do this.
Again and again she tugged at the head of Rah's penis with her lips and gums. Again and again the beast had an ejaculation of sorts, a small trickle of come welling from the inch long slit at the head of his organ.
Joan tried as hard as she could to place her mouth further and further down, but the penis was simply too huge. And so she contented herself with licking and sucking its tip, stretching her lips as far down on the surface as was possible.
Rah moved back and forth very slowly, always careful not to make any sudden movements that might injure her.
At the same time, his hands groped beneath her bent body and found her breasts. These he squeezed and fondled as she sucked at him.
She wanted the beast in her. She must have Rah penetrate her body.
But how? Even as she moved her head back and forth across the sensitive flesh of his penis, her mind raced. Then she looked up and the chief was standing beside her. For a moment she was startled, for she had almost forgotten that there was anybody else with her at all. And then she saw that he was holding a small pot in his hands.
Even as she watched the chief put his fingers into the pot, then removed them. They were covered with a sticky substance. Joan understood. She reached up and took the pot from the chiefs hands. Then the chief disappeared.
The pot was filled with fluid, and it was very smooth and very slippery. And she knew what it was for.
Still kissing and sucking the head of Rah's penis, Joan dipped her fingers into the filmy liquid then brought the contents down and rubbed her fingers over her vagina. She could feel the liquid penetrating into her skin, lubricating it beyond belief, causing the tissue to swell to enormous proportions.
Two times she did this, each time smearing a greater quantity of the strange fluid. Then she knew she was ready.
Quickly she took her head away from the member and leaped up on top of the altar.
Rah-still grunting and moaning with pleasure and desire-climbed up after her. Joan lay back and brought her knees up around her ears, and rocked back on her spine. Rah caught her thighs between his hands and spread the legs out even further. Then he came forward on his knees.
Joan could see the massive member bouncing up and down. Creamy liquid was oozing from its head. She wanted it in her, she thought More than anything else, she wanted this thing in her.
Joan reached down between her legs and took the end of the penis in her hand, steadying it, guiding it toward its target
Then it was touching the entrance to her vagina. She knew that any sudden movement would injure her severely. Rah seemed to sense this too, for he remained motionless, perfectly content to let Joan guide his member home into her body.
This Joan did. Very slowly she let the head press against the entrance to her vulva. The liquid was doing its job; the head slid easily into her and Joan gasped. It was so large. The head alone filled her as no man had ever done before, sent bolts of passion tearing through her body. She pushed her hips forward slightly.
The penis slid in further. Already it seemed to be touching her womb, and it was only a quarter of the way in.
"I want it, I want it," Joan repeated to herself, as if to convince herself that the impossible was possible. She must take this member into her body. She must.
Every muscle in her body tensed and she put her hands on her knees and pressed outwards, spreading them as far as possible, stretching her vagina open. The penis slid in another two inches.
"My God," Joan gasped. She could feel herself coming, the walls of her vagina going into violent contractions, flooding the insides of her body, adding her own lubricant to that the chief had given her.
The rest was surprisingly easy. The liquid the chief had given her had the effect of expanding the walls of her vagina; the monstrous organ slid into her easily, filling her completely.
Stars whirled in Joan's head, and she let out a long, slow moan. She came four times in quick succession, and at the same time she felt Rah's body quivering above her. He was wracked with trembling, and then he exploded inside her. The come squirted from the seal of her lips and fell onto the wooden altar in great puddles.
Joan clung to the neck of Rah as he came again and again, each time his great muscle contracting and jetting great quantities of fluid into her. Soon everything grew dark and she flung her hips forward once again as she felt Rah ejaculate.
DOCTOR: You blacked out?
JOAN: Yes. But I wasn't injured in any way. It was just that my passion had carried me too far. The human body can only take so much pleasure, and then the mind reacts.
DOCTOR: How do you feel about this now?
JOAN: I can't forget. I can't forget the way I looked there at the entrance to the cave. Then he-or it-was standing before me. He was excited and his penis was almost two feet long. I can't forget that, Doctor. I can't forget I had that thing moving inside me. And he came inside me.
DOCTOR: Does your husband know what happened?
JOAN: No. He doesn't even know that Rah made love to me. After it was all over the natives wanted to keep me there because they saw how much Rah had enjoyed me. But it was Ray who made them let me go. I don't know how he did it, but somehow he and the natives have some kind of communication. Rah also made sure that no one told my husband what had happened. He understood, Doctor, he really did.
DOCTOR: And you feel guilty, not because of what happened. Obviously you had no control over that You feel guilty because you enjoyed it so much. Is that correct?
JOAN: I guess so. You can't imagine how it felt, because you're not a woman But all women secretly dream of being had by a beast such as Rah. They may not admit it but they do. And I was had by a beast and my dream was fulfilled. I couldn't have stopped myself, even if I'd wanted to do so. Which I didn't obviously. There was just something about the beast Rah that I can't explain. He was so human. And to think of him being forced to spend all of his days in that cave, with no one like him to love him or keep him company. It was just too sad. And I can't forgive myself for enjoying myself so.
DOCTOR: Well, I think that's the key to it As you say, most women have a secret desire to be ravished by such a beast You had such a desire, and there was little you could do to control it Also, I think you were definitely motivated by pity for the beast As you said, he seemed so lonely.
JOAN: I could see it in his eyes. He needed to be loved. He was reaching out to me for some kind of compassion.
DOCTOR: Exactly. Being the kind of woman you are, there was nothing you could do but give yourself. Your act demonstrated compassion.
JOAN: What can I do? No matter what I do, I can't rid myself of the guilt of enjoyment.
DOCTOR: You must learn to forgive yourself. You must come to understand that your compassion was quite natural and your enjoyment of the ct could not be helped. I will help you all I can.
JOAN: What can you do?
DOCTOR: Help you dig into your own personality. Help you to understand yourself so that, one day, you will be able to find it in yourself to forget the incident, and continue with your life. It is the least you owe to yourself, and to your husband.
JOAN: Thank you, Doctor. I'll try to be a good patient CASE SEVEN
"The next thing I knew the door was open and he was dragging me into his cage..."
NAM E: Jansen, Olga.
HEIGHT: 57" WEIGHT: 126 lbs. AGE 32
REASON FOR REFERRAL Trauma resulting from rape by a gorilla.
DOCTOR: Olga, how long have you been with the circus?
OLGA: All my life, Doctor. My father and my grandfather were circus people. I was on the high wire by the time I could walk. Not long after that I was swinging on the trapeze. I've been a performer all my life.
DOCTOR: How long ago did you meet Herman?
OLGA: About two years ago. We needed a new man in our act after father retired. Herman was big and strong. We decided he'd make a good handler. He was hired the moment we laid eyes on him.
DOCTOR: Was there an immediate sexual attraction?
OLGA: Boy, I'll say! I took one look at Herman-at the bulge of his crotch-and I decided I had to have Herman for a few private tricks.
DOCTOR: When did you first have relations?
OLGA: The very first night we worked together.
DOCTOR: And this had something to do with what happened afterward between you and Marbu?
OLGA: Yes. I would say so.
DOCTOR: Tell me about it From the beginning.
OLGA: Herman had been grabbing me all evening, of course, as part of the act. All of that flying way up there above the crowd can be very stimulating, you know. Especially when your holder is grabbing you around the waist and squeezing your tits. He knew I wanted him, and he wanted me. There was never any question of what we were going to do the minute we got the act over with...
Olga slid down the rope from the trapeze and bowed in the center of the ring, letting the roar of the crowd wash over her.
Her breasts ached deliciously from the squeezing of Herman's hands, and she could fed droplets of passion juice running down her legs.
In a moment Herman was beside her, bowing, grasping her hand.
"I want you," Herman whispered, smiling up into the lights at the unseen audience. "I want you now."
"Now," Olga said. "I want you too."
"Where? I'm in a hurry. I thought I was going to come in my pants up there on the trapeze."
Herman's words excited Olga even more. He was so brute-like, so strong and independent Her mind raced, trying to think of a place on the grounds where they could go right away to make love. There was only one place that she could think of.
"Back of the ring," Olga whispered, grabbing his hand and leading him off to the right side of the ring. "Behind the curtains."
"Wait a minute," Herman said, his tiny eyes glinting stupidly. "They've got that damn ape back there."
"Marbu?" Olga giggled at the sudden fear in the big man's face. "Marbu won't hurt you."
"He's only the biggest gorilla I've ever seen."
"Of course, silly," Olga said, tugging harder at Herman's arm, "that's why the circus bought him. Marbu is the biggest gorilla in the world. They thought he'd make a great attraction."
"Well," Herman said, bending low so as to try to hide his hard-on from the audience, "I don't know if I want some over-grown monkey watching me make love."
"Funny," Olga said, running her index finger up and down Herman's hand, "I'd have thought you were man enough to make love under any circumstance."
"Well, I am," Herman said heatedly.
"C'mon, Lover," Olga said. "Marbu's locked up good. I guarantee it"
There was still a trace of fear in Herman's eyes, but his passion glow was even greater. He hurried after Olga as she led him back of the curtains at the far end of the ring.
Marbu-all 800 pounds of him-was sitting in his steel cage. He bared his fangs as they entered, and a ferocious growl burst forth from his chest; a growl that immediately died as he recognized Olga.
"You see?" Olga said. "Marbu knows me. He won't bother us, and he certainly can't tell anybody." Olga laughed at her joke, but Herman was still eyeing the gorilla warily.
"Well, I don't-"
Olga didn't give him time to finish. She was hot and she craved the feel of a man's penis filling the hole between her legs. From all appearances Herman had just the organ to do the trick and she was tired of him worrying about a dumb animal.
Olga reached up around Herman's neck and planted her mouth on his. Immediately she stuck her tongue between his lips, forcing his mouth open. Herman grunted with pleasure and surprise and Olga forced her tongue all the way into his mouth. At the same time she brought her knee up gently but firmly between his legs, pressing it hard against the swollen organ that was his penis.
That was all Herman needed. Olga closed her eyes and gave in to all of the delightful sensations that came to her as Herman's huge hands tore at the flimsy fabric of her costume, tearing it away and exposing her quivering breasts.
That felt good. The costume was tight, and pinched Olga's large breasts. It felt good to have them hanging loose, being caressed by a strong man's hands.
Herman's hands groped at her breasts, and squeezed them painfully. But Olga enjoyed the pain; the pain only served to increase her pleasure.
His fingers were manipulating her nipples, forcing them to expand with passion. At the same time one hand was groping between her legs, squeezing the passion-swollen mound of her vagina. Olga groaned, supported herself on one of Herman's massive shoulders, and lifted one leg up. Being a trained gymnast, she was easily able to lift it high, and hold it straight out from her body so that her dripping vagina was completely exposed to Herman's gaze and grasp. Herman immediately inserted his thick middle finger and began to jab it in and out of Olga's body.
Olga jerked her hips back and forth, trying to get his finger into her womb as far as possible. The finger was large, but still it left her unsatisfied. She knew she would soon have the penis inside her, but she would let Herman play with her first, let him do with her as he wanted. When the time came for them to love one another she wanted Herman to have reached a high plateau of passion. She did not want any second-rate loving.
Herman's finger jabbed in and out of her. His thick lips searched for-and found-her hardened nipples and began to suck on them. Herman's lips-like his body-were very strong-and he was able to suck Olga's nipple far into his mouth, an action that gave Olga an increasing amount of pleasure.
"Harder," Olga sighed. "Finger me. Suck me-harder." Herman increased his efforts. At the same time, Olga sensed another presence in the arena with them, another set of eyes on them, another consciousness watching her, reaching out for her. She wondered what it was, but was too excited to stop. She knew she would not stop, even if there were somebody else in the tent with them.
Loud sucking sounds were coming from Herman's mouth. His finger jabbed into her and moved around. Finally he put two fingers in, bent down, and jabbed them up into her with all his might. That felt good. Olga reached down and began to stroke his swollen crotch. Quickly she unsnapped the buttons at the side of his costume, reached down inside his pants and grasped Herman's penis in her hands. There were wet spots on its tips and Olga realized that Herman was having a series of orgasms, even as he fondled her. That was good, Olga thought because she too was having orgasms, soaking her insides, Herman's fingers and hand.
She must suck him, Olga thought She wanted to see what it felt like to have such a large prick in her mouth.
Then-as she bent down to take Herman's penis into her mouth-she realized what the other presence was; it was Marbu. Marbu! Even as Herman was ravaging her body-and she was preparing to love his-Marbu was sitting in the near end of his cage, his large red eyes fastened on them, taking in everything they were doing.
He knew Olga thought He knew what they were doing.
Marbu's hand was between his legs, massaging a gigantic penis that was the largest organ Olga had ever seen. An ape, Olga thought She had given a gorilla a hard-on! Marbu knew! Marbu wanted her!
Olga found this idea almost too much to bear; it excited her tremendously and she quickly leaned over and took Herman's penis into her mouth. Herman gasped and jerked forward with his hips. Olga sucked hard at it, all the time glancing past the stiff white rod to Marbu. She met his eyes at the same time she reached beneath Herman's penis and lifted his testicles.
Does it give you pleasure, Marbu? Olga thought Does it give you pleasure to see me making love to a man in this easy? Releasing the testicles she once again plunged her mouth onto the stiff rod. She could taste Herman's salty come and she did not want him to shoot his entire load into her mouth.
Without another word, Olga took her mouth away from the penis, leapt into the air, spread her legs and came down atop Herman's penis. It slid in to the hilt. Herman groaned, as much with surprise as with pleasure, astonished with Olga's remarkable athletic prowess. He had no way of knowing that Olga's mind was on the gorilla in the cage a few feet away from them.
Do you like it, Marbu? Olga thought, holding onto Herman's neck and jerking her torso back and forth, holding his head tight to her chest where Herman sucked greedily at her breasts. Do you like to see Herman and me doing this. How would you like to give me a good fucking? Oh, I'll bet you would!"
The ape shook his head back and forth, his hand working up and down feverishly between his legs.
Herman could think of nothing but the woman riding his body, moving like a whirlwind. Her stamina was beyond belief. A fire was building between his loins; his testicles were filled with molten lava.
"Come, come, come," Olga chanted, the juices of her own body rolling out of her vagina, trickling down Herman's belly, her eyes fastened on Marbu's..."Come, come come..."
Herman came. His orgasm was volcanically explosive. Olga received his great gush of sperm. Her lips opened and peals of laughter rolled out through the tent
And Marbu stared, and played with himself, his eyes burning with lust for the woman whose body excited him so.
DOCTOR: It didn't surprise you that Marbu should be interested in your lovemaking?
OLGA: I guess I really didn't think about it at the time. I mean, I was so caught up in making love to Herman, that the sight of that giant gorilla ogling me just made the whole thing that much more exciting, if you know what I mean. When I saw those eyes, and that great penis, well, it just about drove me out of my mind.
DOCTOR: But, in a sense, didn't you encourage him? Didn't you look at him while you were making love with Herman, even after you know the gorilla was interested? And why didn't you leave when you realized that Marbu was being affected by what you did?
OLGA: I don't know.
DOCTOR: You started off being excited by Herman. You ended by being excited by the gorilla. Isn't this true?
OLGA: Yes. Why else would I have done what I did?
"Oh, yes, you are a handsome beast," Olga whispered, peeping through the bars at the great mass of hair and muscle that was the largest gorilla in the world.
Marbu grunted and moved closer. Olga could see a stirring in the flesh between his legs. Her own mouth had suddenly grown very dry.
"Would you like to see my body, Marbu?" Marbu, of course, said nothing. Unconsciously Olga found herself fumbling with the buttons on her blouse. The gorilla continued to stare at her. "Oh, yes," Olga said, he voice catching in her throat, "I know you would."
Olga finished unfastening the buttons, unsnapped her bra and let it fall to the floor. Then she cupped her hands underneath her breasts and squeezed the nipples, offering them to the ape. Marbu shifted position.
Still bare breasted, Olga began to dance back and forth in front of the cage. "I know, Marbu," she said almost drunkenly, "I know how it is with a lonely male. I'll bet you'd like one of your female gorillas in there with you right now. My God, how they must love to have that big thing shoved into them."
Marbu grunted again. Inexplicably Olga found herself in the heat of passion. Her hand went down to her crotch and she began to massage herself. The ape looked on. Before she fully realized what she was doing, Olga was fumbling with the latch on the door of the cage. It did not have a lock, as such, for Marbu was often moved from his cage to his exercise pen by his handler. Consequently, there was only a metal latch. In a moment, Olga had unlatched the door and was swinging it back and forth, still cupping her right breast in her free hand.
"Now, wouldn't you like to suck on this, big boy? Look at all that soft flesh, Marbu. Wouldn't you like to-"
The gorilla moved with surprising speed, suddenly leaping across the space between himself and the door, reaching out and grabbing Olga up in his arms. But he did not want freedom, he wanted Olga. He drug her into the cage and shut the door behind him.
Olga opened her mouth to scream and then didn't It was immediately apparent to her that Marbu did not intend to hurt her. In fact, his touch was amazingly gentle Rut he did want her. He wanted her body.
The gigantic penis was rubbing up against her stomach. Olga closed her mouth. And her eyes. For long moments she was lost in rapture as the mighty organ rubbed back and forth against her bare flesh.
"I like it," Olga whispered as she felt the leather-padded hand fondling her breasts. "That's it," Olga murmured. "Take me, take me," she breathed.
While the one muscular arm held her tight and fondled her breasts, the other peeled away the tight-fitting slacks that she wore. Olga moaned with passion as she felt the strong fingers playing with her vaginal lips, separating them, working their short-but incredibly thick-stubby way into her body, moving them the way he had seen Herman do it
But Marbu wasted little time imitating human behavior. Instinct quickly took over and his huge body was forcing its way onto Olga, his grand penis trembling, searching for the entrance to Olga's body.
"Easy, Marbu," Olga sighed. "Be gentle with me."
The great ape seemed to understand, for he began to move his body very slowly, taking care not to injure the woman.
Then Olga felt the head of the organ at the entrance to her vagina. Using all of her athletic ability Olga spread her legs out apart as far as they would go.
Inch by inch the great member slipped into her. Using her hands as a guide, she urged the beast on. Already she could feel her vagina contracting, oozing out great quantities of her own love juice.
"That's it," Marbu, she whispered. "Just a little further now. That's it!"
Marbu thrust his hairy hips forward. At the same time the muscles of Olga's vagina contracted in a volcanic orgasm and she settled back into the arms of her primeval lover. Her head fell against his hairy chest, as his hands continued to fondle her raw breasts. She could fed her love juices gushing out of her body, dampening her thighs. She was a peace with herself, her strange passion satisfied.
Then she opened her eyes and gazed on Marbu's face. His blood-stained eyes stared back at her, even as his fat lips searched for her nipples.
"Oh, my God," Olga said quietly to herself as the full realization of her act was brought home to her. "What have I done? What have I done?"
Then she screamed and farted.
DOCTOR: What happened then?
OLGA: Oh, I woke up eventually. Marbu hadn't harmed me in any way, but I think I had hurt his feelings. I guess I screamed when I realized that I had allowed a gorilla to make love to me. Anyway, Marbu had set me down gently and he was sitting over in the opposite corner of his cage. I just kind of got up and got out of there. I was very upset. I waited months before I finally came to you. I can't imagine how I could have done such a thing. Can you help me, Doctor?
DOCTOR: I don't know, Olga. It appears to me as though your case is quite complex and will require a good amount of digging into your past Perhaps it's your circus background that conditioned you to such an act Perhaps it is your naturally lustful nature. Are you willing to undergo such a complete analysis?
OLGA: If it will help me to understand myself.
DOCTOR: Then perhaps there is hope
OLGA: Thank you, Doctor.
CASE EIGHT
"One moment it was Margo making love to me, and the next thing I knew I felt a wet tongue lapping at my crotch..."
NAM E: Andrews, Maria AGE: 26 HEIGHT: 5' T WEIGHT: 126 lbs.
REASON FOR REFERRAL: Trauma resulting from Lesbianism and Bestiality.
DOCTOR: Tell me, Maria, was it you or Margo who made the first approach.
MARLA: Margo. I mean, even though I'm not exactly turned on by men, I've never considered myself a lesbian. I always figured I was just unemotional, and didn't care about sex in any way.
DOCTOR: But you immediately knew what Margo was after?
MARLA: Yes, Doctor. There was something about Margo that completely turned me on. It made me want to try sex with a woman. I suppose part of the reason was that because I knew half of the men in the office were after her, and it gave me a certain pleasure to know that it was me that Margo wanted. I suppose that reflects on my character, doesn't it?
DOCTOR: That's not for you to worry about Not at this point In any case, Margo-in you words-"turned you on" and you thought you'd give a lesbian relationship a tr.
MARLA: That's about it I thought I could handle it and I suspected I'd never be able to have any kind of a relationship with a man. Of course, at that time I had no way of knowing about the depth of Margo's depravity. I had no way of knowing about her other two lovers, her Great Danes.
DOCTOR: Tell me about it From the beginning.
M ARLA: I'd always considered myself pretty sophisticated. I knew Margo had her eye on me, so I thought nothing of it when she came up to me at a lunchtime. I had a pretty good idea of what she wanted...
Maria kept her pencil moving but watched Margo out of the corner of her eye as the shapely secretary made her way to Maria's desk.
Margo was truly beautiful, Maria though, in a dark, slinky way. A sleek way. It was no wonder that all the men in the office wanted to take her to bed.
Margo was dressed especially well on this particular day, all in basic black which made her even more beautiful and desirable. She wore a black cashmere sweater over a straight black skirt. Margo had large, pointed breasts and there was just the faint outlining of her nipples in the soft wool around her body. They were fine breasts, Maria thought; shapely breasts not unlike her own. She wondered what it would be like to kiss and fondle another woman's body-or to have her own kissed and fondled by another woman. Certainly, she could never allow a man to do such a thing. But a woman, maybe.
Margo had broad hips, but they were not unattractive. Rather, their broadness seemed to accent the fact that Margo was a woman, and large hips usually meant a large vagina. After all, that was what womanhood was all about.
The hips tapered down to two fine, slim legs that were now encased in sheer dark black nylon stockings. She wore black patent leather pumps that were very chic and graceful.
The other woman's eyes glowed with passion, and this faintly amused Maria. Imagine, Maria thought, Margo's body is desired by every man in this building and she wants me.
"Hello, Maria," the other woman said. Her tone was very husky. Her tongue came out and ran over her lips, leaving them glistening. "How is my favorite co-secretary today?"
"Just fine," Maria said easily. It was obvious that Margo was staring at her breasts. Maria shoved her chest out "I feel fine," she said, intending to encourage Mario as much as possible.
"I can see that for myself," Margo said meaningfully.
"Good," Maria said.
"Listen," Margo said, looking around her. "We've both got some time off coming. Why don't we take the afternoon off and you can come over to my place. I think we should get better acquainted, don't you?"
Maria looked Margo directly in the eyes. "I'd like that," she said evenly.
"Good," Margo said. "And you can see my pet dogs. They're Great Danes, a matched pair. One of the most beautiful sets of animals in the world."
Margo's eyes gleamed even more as she spoke of the dogs and Maria wondered about this. But she did not think about it for long, for her body was suddenly filled with a longing. Her breathing was labored, and there were hot flashes before her eyes. Her nipples had suddenly began to ache, and her thighs had begun to itch.
"I'd love to see your...animals," Maria said.
"Then let's not waste any more time!"
Margo took care of all the arrangements, seeing their boss and arranging for the rest of the day off. The two women hurried out of the budding, hailed a cab, and, in a few moments, were up in Margo's apartment.
"Oh," Maria said, trying to think of something to say to blunt the passion she knew they both felt, "They are beautiful animals."
The two massive dogs were laying side by side on the thick carpet at the far end of the room. Their massive heads were erect and their eyes clear as they returned Maria's gaze.
It seemed strange to Maria that both of the dogs should be males. Still, there was no question about it because the dogs were both laying in such a position that she could not help but see their pendulous testicles hanging down from beneath their hindquarters. Maria swallowed, slightly embarrassed. The dogs wagged their tails and looked at their mistress as if expected something.
"Not yet, my beauties," Margo whispered to them. Then she turned back to Maria. "Yes," she said, "they are beautiful, and in more ways than one. But don't you think we've wasted enough time already?"
"I don't know what you-"
But Margo had immediately taken the lead. She knew that she wanted Maria and she knew that the feeling was mutual. And Margo was not a woman to waste time.
Gracefully Margo stepped up to Maria, lifted one leg like a Little girl, and encircled her neck with her arms. Their breasts were touching, pressing into one another. Maria could feel her own nipples growing hard. At the same time she could feel Margo's tensing. Margo was staring into her eyes.
"Don't you agree that we've wasted enough time?"
"Yes," Maria said slowly, opening her mouth and sucking in Margo's tongue.
No more words were spoken between them, for none were necessary. Each woman continued to stare into the eyes of the others as their tongues met and mingled.
Then Maria felt Margo's hand on her breasts. She gasped, then brought her own hand up, sliding it under Margo's sweater. Margo smiled and pulled in her stomach. Maria's hand went up to the packed bra and she slipped her fingers inside the bra, searching for the hard nipple
"Why don't you take it off?" Margo said, taking her arms from around Maria's neck and removing her sweater.
Maria fumbled with the catch on the bra and at last the two halves fell away. Margo held her hands behind her neck so that the two full breasts stood far out from her chest for Maria to stare at. Maria continued to gaze at the naked breasts and Margo tensed and untensed her muscles so that the flesh of her breasts rippled and danced.
Maria caught a flash of movement out of the corner of her eye and it took her a moment to realize that the two Great Danes had risen as one body from their place on the rug and had come over to stand beside them. There was a dog on either side of Maria, and Maria felt vaguely uncomfortable. Their eyes stared up at Margo's breasts and it seemed to Maria as if the dogs were panting with excitement
"What do they want?" Maria asked.
Margo tensed her muscles again and her nipples danced in the soft flesh of her big breasts. "They just want to watch," Margo said. "They'll do no harm. After all," she continued, "boys will be boys."
"But they're dogs!"
"Ah, but they each have a prick between their legs."
At first Maria was shocked by this statement Then she felt a warmth spreading over her body. The word "prick" sounded strangled on Margo's lips, and still Maria found herself disturbed by it in a way that was exceedingly pleasant
Once again Margo was busy before Maria had a chance to really think about the things that were happening. Margo was tugging at her own sweater, pulling it up over her head. Maria felt something cold touch her ankle and she looked down to see one of the dogs licking at her ankle. She opened her mouth to protest, but Margo had already removed her sweater, bent over and was sucking the soft flesh of her belly.
Now-rather than wanting the dog to stop-she wanted it to continue. The soft licking was only one of the pleasant sensations coursing through her body. She noticed that the other dog was licking Margo's legs, and this further excited Maria.
The sucking was driving Maria mad with desire. She quickly reached behind her back and undid her bra, shrugging it off of her shoulders and letting it slide to the floor.
"Suck me," Maria said, "Please, Margo, suck my tits."
Margo smiled and began working her way up Maria's body. She lingered a moment on the round flesh of the breasts, bringing her tongue beneath them and lapping at them, then she sucked on one of the pink nipples an took it into her mouth.
It went through Maria's body like an electric shock. Maria jumped but Margo held her firmly around the waist. At the same time the other woman began to move her head back and forth in strong motions, each time sucking Maria's nipple into her mouth. Maria felt as if her nipple was growing, welling up to monstrous proportions ...then Margo moved her mouth to the other nipple.
The sensation was just as delightful when Margo sucked this breast, but Maria reached up with one hand and began to squeeze the nipple that Margo had just left It felt so good, Maria thought. It felt so good. She reached up with the other hand and began to squeeze and fondle Margo's breasts. The hard nipples felt good in the soft palms of her hands.
Maria was only half aware of a low growling sound from the animals at her feet. And then she was struck with a fantastic sensation, one that made her cry out with pleasure and surprise. One of the large dogs had lifted his head up beneath her skirt and was nuzzling in her crotch! Maria gasped, but did not move away. She could see that the other dog was doing the same to Margo and that Margo had spread her legs so as to give the animal greater room to move around in. Maria did the same, and was instantly rewarded with the feel of the sharp tip of a smooth tongue slipping around the leg elastic of her panties and touching the swollen mound of her vagina. Maria involuntarily hunched her hips forward and sighed as the entire length of the tongue slid into her body. The dog immediately commenced to lick at her, forcing his tongue deeper and deeper into Maria's body.
"My god," Maria whispered to Margo, "your dogs-" "Are my lovers," Margo finished for her. "And aren't they wonderful? Just relax and let the sensations roll over your body. They know just what to do, they're both very well trained."
Something in Maria cried out against what was happening in the room. Margo was sucking at her breasts! And two monstrous Great Danes were tonguing their vaginas, obviously having been trained to do so. She must stop this!
But she couldn't. It felt too good! Having been secretly sex-starved all these years, Maria was unable to break away from the delicious sensations that were flooding her body. The dog's tongue was flicking in and out of that marvelous hole in her body and...something strange was happening! She felt a warmth rising up in her thighs, spreading over her body.
"What's happening to me?"
Margo licked both breasts and looked up at her.
"You're going to come," Margo said. "You're going to have an orgasm. Just relax and let it happen to you. It's the most wonderful thing that can happen to any woman...there..." Margo was panting, pushing her hand beneath her skirt and pressing on the dog's head. Her face was a grotesque mask. "...I'm...having one now!"
Maria felt the muscles inside her body contract At the same time it felt as if something warm and wet was running out of her body. The dog growled softly and redoubled his licking motions. Maria felt her body squeeze together again and again.
She wanted to see!
Maria reached down past Margo's head and lifted Margo's skirt The sight of the black-ribbed, nylon stockings, black satin garters and black panties against the milk white flesh was very arousing. Maria could see now how the Great Dane had managed to pull down Margo's panties with his teeth while at the same time he had planted his muzzle in her crotch. There was white foam on Margo's hair and at the tip of the dog's muzzle and it took Maria a moment to realize that this foam came from Margo's body! That was what she herself had felt
Maria lifted her own skirt and peered down at where the dog was licking her. Her hair was wet and matted as Margo's was.
"I can't stand it," Maria sighed, "I can't stand it!"
"Watch!"
It was a command that could not be disobeyed. Maria watched, her eyes gaping wide, as Margo suddenly lifted her breasts, reached under her skirt and pushed the animal away from her. Then she reached under her skirt and completely removed her panties.
The next thing Maria knew Margo was leaning back across the low slung coffee table in the center of the room. Her stockinged legs jutted out on to the carpet and the great dog was standing before her, barking loudly. Margo kept her legs tight and was holding her hand over her vagina, as though mocking the dog.
"Look at him," Margo said easily. "See how he wants me."
"No!" Maria said as the full realization of what was about to happen came to her. "No, you can't!"
Then Margo suddenly let out a low moan, took her hand away from her vagina, and put them under her hips, bracing herself. At the same time she swung her legs high into die air, bent die knees back toward her ears, and spread the knees outward. Her vagina gaped open.
The dog immediately leaped across the small space separating them, planted his paws on either side of her head and hunched forward.
Maria opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. She stared, transfixed. She knew then that Margo had wanted this from the beginning. This was why she had been invited here, not only to make love to Margo, but to watch the dogs make love to Margo. Maria was horrified, and at the same time, fantastically excited.
Margo was holding her legs aloft now by wrapping her fingers in her garters. Maria could see the dog's penis groping for the cavity in the center of her body and then it was in.
Maria stifled a scream. Margo was humping her body up and down as though the dog on top of her was a man! There was a wild gleam in her eye and the same creamy fluid was oozing from her body. Maria stared as the two bodies humped at each other.
But now something else was happening! The other Great Dane was in front of Maria, leaping up on top of her. She had a brief glimpse of a large, fully erect penis before the weight of the animal toppled her to the floor.
Then Maria was grappling under the weight of the beast. But it was hopeless. The weight of the animal pinned her to the floor. At the same time his wet muzzle was nuzzling her breasts. She was horrified to feel a muscular leg dropping between hers, forcing them apart. The beast was determined to have her, as his comrade was having Margo!
Maria struggled. All the while, the soft growling of the Great Dane mingled in her ears with the frenzied moans of Margo and the dog on top of her.
"Oh, God, no," Maria signed. "Please, no!"
But her muscles were giving way. The rough tongue on her nipples was delightful, sending electric sensations through her body. And slowly her legs were coming apart. She was spreading them.
Maria closed her eyes; and she knew then what she would do. Her hands came down her body, sliding beneath the hairy body of the dog and tugged at her panties. The dog-as if sensing that she was about to do-lifted his great bulk for a fraction of a second and Maria slipped her pants down over her ankles. Now she was completely naked.
Maria glanced over at Margo and her canine lover. The dog had bared his fangs now and was pumping back and forth very rapidly. Margo was having yet another orgasm as the dog's head came forward and lapped savagely at her breasts.
Maria kept her eyes fastened on the two figures on the coffee table as she slowly-but steadily-spread her own legs and felt the dog bring his weight down on her body.
She could feel his stiff penis coming up her leg, searching for the wet hole in her body. She could stand it no longer. Maria knew that she could not resist the beast, even if she wanted to. Biting her hp she reached down with both hands and guided the dog's hips pushing him in toward her body. She felt the hard organ enter her body and once again she felt her vagina contract in an orgasm.
DOCTOR: From the way you describe your experience you could not have escaped, even if you had tried.
MARLA: I suppose that's true. The dog must have weighed at least two hundred pounds. He had me completely in his power. But that's not what bothers me; it bothers me that-despite the fact that I was horrified-I still partly wanted to do what Margo was doing.
DOCTOR: Actually, it was Margo who awakened you sexually, isn't that right?
MARLA: Yes. I explained that It was as if I had been waiting for Margo all my life. She showed me what pleasure could be derived from my breasts and my vagina ...from my body.
DOCTOR: You actually enjoyed it when she was making love to you?
MARLA: Oh, yes. You can't imagine. When she took my breasts into her hand...and then began to suck them...I'd never had such a thrill. Not in my whole life. But then there were the dogs. I hadn't the slightest idea what was going to happen. I mean, one minute Margo was making love to me, and the next thing I knew I felt a wet tongue lapping at my crotch. Margo was right The dogs were well trained. They knew exactly what to do. And I think they enjoyed it
DOCTOR: I'm sure they did. They had been taught by their mistress to enjoy sexual intercourse and play with human females. I'm sure you were not the first woman Margo had done this with. As you said, she had two dogs. She probably derived a great deal of pleasure seeing you raped by the second dog.
MARLA: Then Margo is very sick. As sick as I am.
DOCTOR: At least as sick. Yes, Maria. But she will have to find her own solutions. She will have to go to a doctor on her own. She can't be forced to seek psychiatric help.
MARLA: What's the answer, Doctor? What's the answer for me?
DOCTOR: The answer lies inside your own mind, Maria. First of all we have to discover why it is that you never felt the desire for normal sexual relations with a man. After all, it is quite obvious that you are attractive and I'm sure men would like to go out with you.
MARLA: They'd also want to go to bed with me. I don't think i could stand that
DOCTOR: Why not? You were perfectly willing to have Margo make love to you. Why is it that Margo didn't bother you even when she set her dog on you, and yet the thought of sexual relations with a man does bother you?
MARLA: I don't know, Doctor. I guess it's just...maybe it's just because of what happened to me when I was very young. I had...a very bad experience...with...a man.
DOCTOR: Do you want to tell me about it?
MARLA: I can't tell you that now, Doctor. Maybe in time.
DOCTOR: Who was it, Maria? Was it your father?
MARLA: ...Maybe. I don't want to talk abut it now. I know I'm very sick, but you have to give me time.
DOCTOR: Of course, Maria. You won't be cured overnight. But I have to have your cooperation. Will I have your cooperation, Maria?
MARLA: Yes, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Then I'm sure we'll find an answer to your problems.
CASE NINE
People have been known to use animals for sexual gratification almost since the beginning of time. In the Bible, Sodom and Gomorrah were known for their way-out orgies, many of them including animals. The Romans had for many of their main attractions, women with donkeys.
It is still common today, especially in rural America. The farmer may have his sweetheart of a goat or he may just be a plain old 'chicken fucker.' That last comment can be taken three ways. He may be a 'chicken fucker' because most of the animals he screws, he gets them from the back. No warning, just sneaks up and slides it home. The second may be that he is a 'fowl fucker,' that is, that he likes to bury his cock in a hole surrounded by feathers. The third may be that he is a foul fucker,' that is, he doesn't follow the rules and anything goes. If he can hold it still long enough to get his dick in, he'll fuck it.
Of course, he has quite a variety of animals that he can keep for all purposes, one of which may well be for fucking. He can keep cows, they at least have tits that he can suck; he can keep sows too, they wouldn't be sloppy seconds but just plain old sloppy anytime.
What I'm getting at is that bestiality doesn't only occur on the farm but in the city also, but the type of animal kept for this purpose is usually one that can be kept as a household pet.
Dogs are the most common pets that are used for fucking. All breeds are used. The city lady who has a poodle with papers a mile long attesting to the validity of his proper breeding may not have him for his value but for the length of his cock or the lapping ability of his tongue.
He most likely obeys her every command, in and out of the bedroom. She may have even instituted her own doggie school to teach him bedroom manners. "You lick only when told to."
In his book, Psychopathia Sexualis, Richard von Krafft-Ebing regards bestiality as the 'violation of animals.' Here is what he has to say about the subject:
"Violation of animals, monstrous and revolting as it seems to mankind, is by no means al-w a y s due to psychopathological conditions. Low morality and great sexual desire, with lack of opportunity for natural indulgence, are the principal motives of this unnatural means of sexual satisfaction, which is resorted to by women as well as by men.
"To Polac we owe the knowledge that in Persia, bestiality is frequently practiced because of the delusion that it cures gonorrhea; just as in Europe an idea is still prevalent that intercourse with children heals venereal disease.
"Experience teaches that bestiality with cows and horses is none too infrequent. Occasionally the acts may be undertaken with goats, bitches, and as a case of Tardieus and one by Schauenstein shown with hens.
"The action of Frederick the Great, in a case of a cavalryman who had committed bestiality with a mare, is well-known: "The fellow is a pig, and shall be reduced to the infantry." (Author's note: If he was a pig, what the hell was he doing in the army, he should have been in the pen fucking a sow.)
"The intercourse of females with beasts is limited to dogs. (This, of course is untrue, women will use almost any animal that is available to them.) A monstrous example of the moral depravity in large cities is related by Maschka: it is the case of a Parisian female who showed herself in the sexual act with a trained bulldog, to a secret circle of roues, at ten francs a head.
"But there is another group of cases falling well within the category of bestiality, in which decidedly a pathological basis exists, indicated by heavy taint, constitutional neuroses, impotence for the normal act, impulsive manner of performing the unnatural act. Perhaps it would serve a purpose to put such cases under the heading of a special appellation; for instance, to use the term 'bestiality' for those cases which are not of a pathological character, and the term 'zooerasty' for those of a pathological nature."
In her book, FEMALE SEX PERVERSIONS, Marney Adams described an animal show which could easily be held in a sexual circus.
"The donkey act has been very popular in a Mexican border town for many years. A girl with an exceptionally large vagina is strapped stomach up to the stomach of the donkey. Her vaginal opening is very near his penis. Her leg on the audience side is left down for a better view. The other leg she throws high on his buttocks.
"To get the donkey sexually stimulated another girl will begin to handle his penis and his scrotum. She will continue in a back and forth movement as if to make him ejaculate. When he has reached a large hard peak, she will guide it into the waiting vagina.
"Once inserted, it is unlikely that it will come out until the culmination of the sex act. The donkey will quickly try to achieve his climax after his penis has come into contact with the warm tight walls of the vaginal canal.
"When trying to reach his goal the donkey will begin a bucking motion in order to drive his penis the length of the canal and further if needed. He will make snorting noises. His bucking will graduate to a heightened frenzy. At the moment of ejaculation his penis will gain another three inches. This will be noticed by anyone watching.
"The girl is then unstrapped and asked to sit over a glass jar. The spermatic fluid is then measured. It can measure anywhere between one and two cups. As the grand finale the girl will sometimes drink the contents of the jar."
Jerie C. age 23, has been giving sexual shows for a long time. Her act always has involved an animal. Sometimes it has included more than one animal. She got into this racket because her family was involved with a circus and her father had a dog act.
"I was born in the circus, and I guess that I'll always be in it. I wouldn't know anything else.
I started giving my after the circus shows when I was about five or so. I might have been used in the shows before but I don't remember.
"My father and I used to travel with different circuses and for extra money he would put on shows for selected people who were willing to pay the price.
"He had a girl who used to work for him with the act and they lived together. She was sort of a pig and was always running around fucking everybody. He would use her in the sex act later because the whole thing hinged on a woman getting fucked by a series of dogs.
"She was supposed to sort of look after me but she was always busy when my father was having to do something else. We had a trailer and nothing was private about it, I could always see her and my father fucking but to me it got to be just like watching them eat breakfast.
"So I never bothered to say anything to my father when she had someone else in there and was fucking them. I just thought that it was just the thing that was supposed to go on. I would sit there eating cookies and watch.
"I was never even prone to play with myself. I thought that I would just be doing that same thing when I got older. It never occurred to me that I could certainly carry on before then.
"I used to watch the shows too. Dad had a tent that he would set up and then the few people would crowd in to see the performance. I would be there kind of hiding and watch what happened. I didn't watch too often because it just didn't interest me that much.
"Dad would have to give a cut of the money to the owner of the circus in order to keep the operation going. We did the same circuit year after year so that my father always played to the same people. My father was a good judge of people anyway and wouldn't have had to rely on the same ones but it was just easier.
"He used to save most of that money for my future and one day the slut that he had working for him worked her last show for him. She wanted more money but he wouldn't give it to her. I guess that all the time he knew what she really was.
"She took off with some guy that she met and we never saw her again. Dad was in a bind because he needed a girl to do the show but he couldn't find one. Most of the circus crowd didn't like him very much because he seemed to be favored by being allowed to have these shows but the owner knew that as long as my father was taking care of the operation, that he wouldn't get busted.
"I heard him asking the owner if he knew of any of the girls who would stand in just for the night. The owner said that he knew of many that would like to do it just to get their cunts licked but that they wouldn't do it because there would be reprisals.
"I could see that he seemed so upset that I went over to him, and like a little mother, I told him that I would do what he needed done. I guess that I looked so earnest that he just hugged me tightly and said to me, 'You've really had a hell of a screwed up life, haven't you?'
"I guess that at first he didn't give much thought to what I had said but then he pulled me away from him and asked me again what I had said. I told him again. I pulled me back towards him and I laid my head on his shoulder.
"He began talking, 'I guess that in the long run it really is for you and there isn't anything that you haven't seen so I guess that is almost like doing it. I guess that they would like it even better because you are a little girl. Do you think that you can act just like Delia used to?'
"I nodded my head and smiled because he looked suddenly happier. Besides I really was happy because I would be the one with my daddy instead of her.
"I guess that he wasn't sure if I would go over or not because he still had the worried look on his face the whole time. I went over in my mind everything that Delia did so that I would remember it. I guess that for my young age that I really was pretty bright. I knew that daddy was counting on me so I was going to carry it off as well as I could.
"Later in the afternoon, he came in and told me some things that have stuck with me till today. First off he told me that when the dog put his cock in me or his tongue was licking me on my cunt that I was supposed to like and enjoy it. I guess what he meant was that I was supposed to act like I liked it but even today, whenever I have sex with a dog, I like and enjoy it and it is not an act.
"Delia always sucked the dog off too and he told me that I was supposed to swallow the stuff that came out. He was trying to tell me that it was like pudding only not as good. He didn't want me to gag in front of everyone and turn them off. Later in the day he came in and told me that he had to get me ready for the performance. I didn't know what he wanted to do because Delia used to get ready herself. She used to go in doing a strip and I had planned to do the same thing but I have a feeling that it was kind of stupid for a kid to do that.
"Daddy wanted to get me ready in other ways. I had never had anything up my cunt so he wanted to get my hole big enough to take a dog cock up me. I didn't know that it was supposed to hurt the first time and that was what he wanted to avoid because if he told me that it would hurt, I would have balked at the whole idea.
"First he gave me a bath, he put me in the tub and put lots of good smelling bubbles in it. He let me soak for a little and then he came in with his sleeves rolled up. He put his hands down in the water and began to feel between my legs. He put the other arm behind my back to support me and told me to lay back and close my eyes.
"His fingers probed my little baby cunt. It felt so good and comforting, just like he said it would. With his little finger he began to probe my hole, at the same time he was trying to stretch it.
"The warm water helped because it helped me to relax a lot. His finger would make it in a little and then he would fuck the tip of it into me for a few seconds sort of to let me know what the fucking would feel like.
"He got it all the way in and I did feel like I was being stretched a lot but it really didn't hurt me. After that he finger fucked me easily and then let me rest with his finger still up me. Suddenly he began to really fuck me hard with it. He shoved his finger in and out of me so hard and rapidly that I thought that he had lost his senses.
"I started to try to get up and then with his soft voice he soothed me, he used that voice when he wanted to calm one of his frightened animals. I settled back and let him continue.
Although I got sore, it didn't hurt anymore. It was just kind of a sore feeling that would stop when he stopped his finger fucking.
"He pulled his finger out after a while and then he began to insert his middle finger into my hole. He didn't try to get it all in, just past the first knuckle. He fucked me with this much finger so vigorously that I finally had to ask him to stop for a while.
"He said to me, 'It's okay baby, Daddy won't do that anymore today.'
"He picked me up out of the tub, I had wanted to play in it with my toys but I didn't realize it then but my days of playing were over, I was playing at big girl games and I didn't have time for little girl games and soon enough I lost interest. I never missed them but I guess that when I'm old and gray that I'll wish that I hadn't skipped over them.
"Daddy took me over to the bed and rubbed me dry and put lotion all over me. It smelled so good. He squeezed some vaseline on his little finger and then he began to put his finger in me all over again. This time it went in easily and I didn't feel all raw as he coated my inner walls with the vaseline. He pulled his finger out and squeezed another worm of vaseline across his finger and pushed it into me once more.
"He finger fucked me all over again like he had done while I was in the water and this time he shoved almost all of his middle finger into me. His fingers weren't very big and I was grateful for that.
"He pulled the covers up over me and told me to sleep while he was doing the show and afterwards he would come and get me ready. I was so sleepy from the bath that I fell right to sleep. When he came to wake me up, I was sleeping so soundly that I was grouchy when he woke me.
"He talked to me sweetly and told me that Daddy needed my help and I woke up the rest of the way willingly. He put a cute little red scarf on me like a diaper and pinned it on the front. He told me that he wanted me to unfasten the pin and pull the scarf off just as he was bringing in the dogs that I was supposed to perform on and that he would be there the whole time. I was to follow his cues and I did know how to do that.
"He took me to the tent in his arms wrapped in a blanket. The owner was there and was giving him a helping hand. He was the one collecting the money and checking that only those invited were there.
"He went into the tent and placed me behind the curtain so that I could make my entrance. The people all came in and sat on large cushions if they were in the front row and then on straight back chairs if they were in the second row.
"My father told me to be sure to do all that I had seen Delia do, with that he meant that he wanted me to be sure to move my hips and all that stuff. She used to make some funny noises too.
"He left me and went out to turn on the record player and make the announcements. He introduced me as the little bundle of joy who liked to fuck and had been doing it practically from the day I had been born. That's not too far from the truth.
"I danced out and everybody began to laugh. One of them said that maybe I was the appetizer. They had almost all been to one of the other shows and expected to see Delia later.
"I danced around for a minute or two and then I flipped off my scarf diaper. Daddy had laid a white lamb rug on the floor so I went over and laid down like Delia used to do. I spread my legs and folded my arms back behind my head like a pillow.
"My little hairless cunt was hanging wide open and I could see that they weren't going to laugh anymore. The first dog came in and went right to my cunt and began to lick like he was supposed to. I laid there very uninterested at first and then I began to move like I was supposed to. I found that I was very willing to move and that I didn't 'have' to do it. I had never realized how really good the rough tongue of a dog could feel, but then I didn't know that I could have that kind of feeling down there.
"I began to move faster automatically and I bent my legs just slightly to help me move up towards the dog's tongue. That dog stayed on my clit almost all the time but every so often, he would lick all around the edges and then down into the hole. I liked for him to stay on the clit and then I would suddenly have a huge surge of feeling in me and just as I was mounting to a climax, the dog would stop licking my clit and go to my hole.
"I was really swinging my hips when I heard someone say, 'She sure likes to have that tongue, doesn't she?'
"Then a woman answered, 'Let me get down there and I'll show you an experienced cunt who can appreciate all of that tongue.'
"I began to make all of the sounds to show that I was really with it and I didn't hear anymore comments till the end of my performance when they all stood up and clapped.
"This first dog finished me off finally and I was coming all over the place. I was saying, 'I like it, Daddy. I want more.' I thought that they were all going to go wild because I was saying that.
"Daddy brought on the next dog and I turned myself over so that he could have me dog fashion. I stuck my cute little pink butt up as high in the air as I could. I laid my face across my arms and faced towards the people.
"Daddy usually brought the biggest dicked dog in for Delia but he brought in a smaller one for me. Most of his dogs had all been trained for all parts so when the dog saw me in this position, he knew that he was supposed to fuck me.
"First he licked a little and as he licked, his dick would start sliding out of its furry shaft. The pointed pink tip would show and then it would start to get longer. When he was ready, he would put his front paws up on my back and then he would jack his ass back and forth till he hit my hole. Once he hit my hole, he was home safe.
"He jabbed his dick in me and was jugging away to beat all the come out of his meat. He lurched forward and shoved his knot into me. He was in for good, that is, till he shot his wad. He was up right against me and he was still jugging like crazy. I thought that he was going to rip my cunt open and I was groaning but I guess that it sounded like I was going for it all and I did manage to sort of shove my ass up towards him a few times. I was glad when he didn't last very long.
"I felt his dick get slightly larger and then I felt it, the warmness as his cock throbbed its juice out into me. His cock went soft and he backed away from me and his dong was gone into its hiding place once more.
"I turned over and Daddy came out to put a pillow under my hips. It lifted me up just enough so that I would be able to be fucked from the top.
"He brought in the next dog. The dog licked and licked. He cleaned me out from the last dog and made me come again. My pussy was alright, it didn't hurt anymore. I was ready to give a good show, especially with this dog licking up a storm like that and making me come time after time. I kind of wrapped my legs around the dog's head. I was trying to pull him into me because it felt so very good.
"I knew that it was getting time for him to mount me so I put my legs down and bent them at the knee. He got over me and I shoved my cunt towards his pink cock. His cock was bigger than the last one I had taken. I felt the cold pinkness touch my inner cunt and knew that he had marked his spot well.
"He was very careful as he let it start sliding into me. My cunt was good and wet so it went in easily. I did have to stretch a little but it felt good, it didn't hurt at all. He wasn't like the other dog, he worked his cock into me almost by screwing it in. He moved his ass around and around making circles.
"I liked it and I laid there so lazy like and I could have gone to sleep and let him do that to me all night. Finally it was all the way in and the knot swelled up and it was there to stay while he banged away on me. If I thought the other felt good, this felt even better.
"I began to fuck back and although I didn't have much strength I was able to rock back and forth with him and got a whole lot of fucking out of it. I liked this way because with him fucking me like that, his belly would rub down across my clit and I got all hot and bothered by that and enjoyed the fuck that much more.
"My clit was up stiff and it looked like a little end of a finger. He would barely brush across the top of it and I thought that I would bust apart inside. I liked it best when the fur just brushed against it and it felt like a tickling sensation. That would just about make me drop my cookies. I was trying to make it last till I got that burst of come in me so I tried to take it easy.
"He began to lick my mouth, almost like French kissing and I remembered that Delia would sort of stick her tongue out and lick the inside of his mouth. I closed my eyes and did it and found that it did make me even hotter. I liked it and was crazy for it. I was darting my tongue in and out almost like a snake does.
"My father had trained this dog to hold his come till the woman called for it. I knew that I was supposed to hold off for as long as I could. I hadn't thought that I would have my emotions involved and that it would be hard for me to hold off. I kept the fuck going for what seemed forever and it was only about fifteen minutes.
"The dog had begun to whine and I was groaning and finally I said, 'Come in me, come in me!'
"I reached up and pulled his mouth to me and darted my tongue into his mouth and took his too. I nibbled on the end of it and found that it was very pleasant.
"He had in the meantime lunged all the way in me and his cock had swollen as the come rushed through it. I came at the same time and I made my pussy walls contract and then they pulsated by themselves. The dog's cock made one long throb as his white fire shot into me.
"It was like hot fire inside and I screamed with pleasure. I wouldn't let go of the dog and I guess that he thought that I was going to choke him because he had to shake me free from him.
"I had tasted fucking pleasure and I wanted more and more. I looked at Daddy for the first time and he was smiling at me. He winked at me to let me know that I was doing well. How well I didn't realize till later when everyone asked to be sure to let them know about our next trip and as they left, they dropped money into an empty glass. That money was for the little waif. I was the little waif and Daddy did a good amount of business from donations after that. The owner didn't ask for a cut of that, which was something else. He was always money hungry but he had other ideas which I will tell of later when I finish describing the end of my act.
"My last act was to be like Delia's with one exception, I was going to blow a dog. She used to give a blowjob to just any of the dogs but then too she used to get fucked by the one with the biggest dick. I was going to blow the one with the biggest dick because Daddy hadn't wanted to let him fuck me the first time around.
"I stayed on my back and left my sweet little ass up on the pillow. He walked the dog in, he was a big blue poodle. He had a good sized dong on him and even though he was smart, I'm sure that my father had bought him for his dong.
"The dog and I would do it sixty-nine. I had my legs spread and was waiting for the pleasure giving tongue. He began licking and I reached up under him and began to play with his cock pocket.
"I didn't have to play long because it began to slide out.
"I took the tip of his cock and felt the wetness. I sort of jerked that little bit back and forth till he slid all the way out. His cock was a good five inches long. The tip was slim but the base was thick.
"I pulled him down towards my mouth and he came willingly. I took just part of it in my mouth and sucked on it and then he shoved the rest of it into my mouth. It filled my mouth and at first I wanted to gag. The taste didn't bother me at all, it was just that he was trying to shove it down my throat and I had yet to learn how to relax those upper throat muscles. I sucked on it and it was almost as if I was sucking on my thumb.
"I didn't know exactly how to do it so I just fastened my tongue under the base of his cock and pressed it up to the roof of my mouth and kept it in there like a vice. After a minute or two, I was able to use the sides of my mouth and suck back and forth on his cock.
"It was feeling so good to him that he would want to stop licking my cunt and just get his own cock blown but I would stop when he did. He knew that if he was to get his jollies, that he would have to do his share.
"I put my hands up and began to play with his balls as I sucked. He began to lick faster and I was sucking faster too. I had felt his knot swell up in my mouth, but I had such a good hold on him that he didn't need that.
"I wasn't anywhere near coming when he shot his wad in my mouth. I wasn't quite ready and it caught me by surprise. I thought that I was going to choke so I quickly let go of his cock and swallowed what I had with a sort of gulp and the rest of his come shot a white streak across my face.
"Everyone saw it and they got a big kick out of it. They could tell that there was so much that I was having trouble getting it all down.
"Usually the real conclusion to everything "was when Delia got it up the ass from one dog while she sucked off another, but Daddy thought that I had done enough and he told me to take my bows. Delia used to go through the audience and tell all the men that they could play with her cunt a little.
"I decided to do the same thing. I went through the two rows holding my cunt open and sort of giving an inviting smile to the men that I stopped in front of. They all touched and were tender about it. With Delia, they would try to be rough and she would let them because that was what she liked.
"All the men seemed even gladder to touch mine because it was probably the first young dog fucking cunt that they had ever felt.
"One woman patted me on the ass and I think that she was lez, because she seemed to be just aching to touch me. She called me a 'dear sweet little child'.
"I bet you that she wished that her tongue was up my cunt and hated every dog after that. Daddy picked me up and wrapped me in a blanket while he saw that the people all left. He put me down in bed after he had washed my cunt off with a nice warm cloth.
"That night I slept so good. I was usually an early riser but I slept late and when I got up, Daddy had fixed me my favorite. He had mixed watermelon and strawberries. I ate like a little queen after that because I guess I was working.
"After I had eaten, he got out a new douche bag and with the small nozzle, he gave me a douche with some stuff that smelled like medicine. It was good to feel the warm water running in me. He gave me the douche but he fucked me with the nozzle too, to get me used to all the fucking he could.
"He put the big end on and shoved it into me, hurting me a little he let me have it to the hilt. The nozzle wasn't really that big, it was thin but it was still longer than anything else I had ever had.
"He frigged me with it for a while and I got pretty sore down on the inside way in. He stopped for a while and then started all over again. He told me that it would hurt for a while at first but that he would be careful to stop but that a dog would not stop just because it hurt me.
"He really did care whether I was hurt or not and tried to take all the precautions he could so that it wouldn't hurt me. The next show was that night and he wanted me to be able to take a bigger dog so that was what he was getting me ready for. He jugged me up the asshole while he flicked my clit with his finger. I didn't mind him doing that as long as he kept his finger on my clit.
"I wasn't too crazy about getting it up my ass but then as long as I had a chance to come with him playing with my clit, I was glad to take it that way. That night he told me that I would have to take the dog up my little tan track while I was sucking another dog so he wanted me to be sure and take it. I was to just relax. He showed me how to almost let my muscles gap open so that the dog could easily get into me.
"He put me to bed and told me to rest all that I could. I rested in bed and slept for a while, I woke up when I felt someone playing with my cuzzy. I thought that it was Daddy but when I got fully awake I saw that it was the owner.
"I didn't think anything about him playing with me, I just thought that it was something that was supposed to be. He was a great fat man. He had large mounds of fat all over him. He always had some girl but they never stayed with him long. I don't think that he had fucked a cunt for a great many years because he had so much fat and his dick was too short.
"He would eat out a cunt and then when he was through making the woman come, he would lay back and let her blow his cock. He had about four inches hard, that's giving him credit, he may have only had three and a half.
"His fingers were in my cuzzy and he was sitting on the edge of the bed. He was massaging my clit back and forth between his thumb and forefinger. I let him go because it felt damned good anyway.
"He was just going to town and then he let me have a finger up the cunt while he kept on playing with my clit. I liked it that way and I found that my hips were automatically going like they were fucking.
"He was smiling and then he suddenly stopped what he was doing and got on the bed between my legs. He shifted his heavy body till he was in position. He was laying flat on his belly out of breath. I just laid there and waited to see what was going to happen. He was breathing like a blow fish and I didn't know that he was going to blow my little fish for me.
"He rested for about three minutes and then he grabbed me by my ass cheeks and dragged my cunt right up against his mouth. His face was so fat that my inner thighs rubbed against his cheeks. His beard was heavy and rough. It scratched my legs and sort of made them hurt. I tried to spread my legs even wider but there was no further that I could spread them. I told him that his beard hurt me and he told me that next time he would shave before he came.
"He had already begun to chew on my cuzzy. He was trying to shove his thick tongue down into me but it wouldn't go. He nibbled ever so lightly on my clit and I liked it. I arched my back slightly and almost my whole cunt went into his mouth because he had his mouth wide open and was licking all of my quim with his tongue.
"When I shoved my cunt forward, he stopped for a minute and asked me if I liked it that much. I told him 'yes' and he told me to keep telling him while he did it.
"He still had his hands under my little ass cheeks and he would sort of lift me up to his mouth like he was lifting a bowl of soup up to drink it. I guess that if I had pissed, he would have drunk that too. I was sopping wet because he was so full of saliva that he was slobbering me all over between my legs.
"I couldn't have made that much juice myself, even if I had fucked twenty times. He even made noises like he did when he ate. He kept telling me to 'talk to him and tell him how I liked it'.
"I didn't know what the hell I was supposed to say but I remembered some of the things that
Delia used to say to my father when they used to fuck so I said those things.
"I was saying things like, 'I like it, bite it harder. Stick your tongue in it, come on and suck me, baby. Put your dick in me baby, I want your meat to choke me off. Shove your meat in me, now!'
"Hell, I didn't know what I was saying but I guess that he was so hot up that he thought that I really meant it. He rolled over on his back and unzipped his pants. Reaching through his shorts, he pulled his dick out and it was stiff.
"I was just sitting there watching, not realizing that what I had said had made him do this. He told me to come and sit on his cock. He had such a fat belly that I often wonder now if he ever got a good look at his cock without using a mirror.
"He guided me around and had me put one leg on each side of his body. I was standing over him and he took his fingers and pulled open my little cunt and pinched my clit lightly.
"He told me to sit down right on his cock. Believe me, that was just what I was going to do but he guided his prick into my cunt with his hand.
"The very tip of it was on my hole opening but I wouldn't go down over it because it didn't seem to fit because his cock was thicker than anything I had had in me up 'til that time.
"He was holding me by the waist and I was still supporting myself with my legs in a squatting position. I didn't really know what I was supposed to do because I didn't think that it would go into me.
"He kept telling me, 'Come on you sweet little baby, ease yourself down on it. It's just your size. It won't hurt you, it's going to make you feel good inside.
"I still didn't move so he began to push me down over his cock slowly. I was trying to keep from going down on it almost as hard as he was pushing me so it took a while for him to get it all the way to the hilt. It really didn't hurt but I was scared just the same. Finally when I was all the way down, I was sitting on him, I relaxed.
"He told me that he wanted me to fuck up and down on him. He showed me how by using his arms to lift me up and down, letting my cunt glide up and down his cock like it was a smooth pole.
"I used my legs and began the movement. He was groaning, and telling me that it was the best fuck he had ever had. It was probably the only fuck that he had had since he had gotten fat. I did have a good tight one and it was really just the perfect size for him.
"I got tired of fucking up and down on him and when I sort of stopped, he began to fuck me up and down himself. He was already breathing heavily and then he began to breathe even more. He was sweating like awful, it was running down his face in beads. It got in his eyes and he would blink when the salt would sting him.
"I felt the warm rush of fluid up into me and then I knew that he had come. His cock began to shrivel up immediately. I was shocked at this because the dog's cocks would go down a little but not all the way that his did. I ended up just having a shriveled piece of skin up me.
"I got off of him and he just laid there recuperating from the ordeal that took all the starch out of him. I felt the sticky stuff dripping out of me and wiped myself on the sheet.
"I got under the covers and went to sleep. My father came in and saw him still on my bed with his sticky flaccid cock and began to shake him savagely.
"My father was so mad that he threatened to kill him but the owner told him that if he didn't let him have a little piece of me every so often that he would report him for having me fuck the dogs. I just went back to sleep and didn't think a thing about the whole scene.
"After that, I got jugged during the day by the owner and at night I got it by the dogs. That night I put on a good show. I added the two dogs at one time to my act and thrilled the come out of everyone.
"Now I do four dogs at one time. I take one up my cunt or maybe up the ass. I suck one off and then the other two I jack with my hands. You should see those dogs go wild. I just about go out of my mind too. I would rather get jugged by a dog any day.
"Maybe I like dogs better because that was the first that I fucked but I think maybe I like them too because you never worry about pleasing them. You make them please you and they'll get theirs sometime. I never worry. I just like to get my cunt licked and fucked till I come."
II
Oral gratification is the most common method of sexual stimulation used by women on women. It is considered a perversion because the mouth touches directly on the sexual organs. It is a highly erotic way of making love and even when it is used in a heterosexual situation, it is still considered to be highly erotic and out of the way of natural.
In the area of lesbianism, there is a wide array of circuses. In his book, FEMALE HOMOSEXUALITY, Frank S. Caprio, M.D. describes many of these circuses which take place all over the world.
Lesbianism has been in existence always but the first really well-known recording of such love was in 630-560 B.C. when Sappho lived on her isle with her young female followers. It has continued to exist, or should I say flourish. During Roman times they used to have the arena centered in the communal tubs and Caprio describes them thusly:
"Lesbian love appears to have been widespread in Rome. It was in the famed Roman baths especially that female homosexuality established its sanctuary. Here women engaged in various sexual acts with female slaves who were called the 'fellators'.
"Bassa, a famous Roman lesbian, was thus characterized by a contemporary poet: 'You dare to join together two vulvas and out of your lavish love you make up for the absent man. You achieve a miracle worth of the Theban mystery: adultery was committed although there were no men present.' "
Caprio goes on to tell how so many of the actual circus type lesbian practices take place among lesbians who are prostitutes.
"In every country prostitutes informed me that there are always men or couples who are willing to pay to see two prostitutes engage in homosexual relations. Sometimes when there are women among the spectators, the prostitutes are asked to include a male partner in the performance.
"Not all lesbian performances take place in brothels. There are hundreds of films in circulation that are rented for purposes of entertainment at stag parties which show lesbian performances. In some instances, prostitutes walk the streets in pairs and attempt to pick up a male customer, offering to engage in homosexual performance for a stipulated fee at his private apartment or at a hotel room.
"There performances, called in the United States "Circuses" and in France "Grand Spectacles," are more widespread in some countries than in others. They are extremely popular in Havana, Paris, Naples, Vienna, Montreal, Chicago, San Francisco and New Orleans. The average fee is about ten dollars per spectator, although it is dependent on the number of participants selected. The performance is approximately thirty to forty-five minutes in duration.
"Only certain prostitutes engage in a homosexual performance. Some take pride in claiming that 'they are not that way,' and that no amount of money can induce them to participate in lesbian activities.
"In the majority of instances, the prostitute chooses her own partner for the performance generally someone she favors. Frequently, the 'Madame' of the brothel will suggest of her own accord two prostitutes who are 'lovers' on the ground that they will be able to put on a more enjoyable performance.
"In Venice one prostitute who had a prediction for active cunnilingus admitted quite frankly that she bestowed her affections only on one girl in the brothel-a girl who was extremely feminine and childlike. The older woman on the other hand was very masculine, spoke with a husky voice and walked with a mannish gait. She practiced cunnilingus on the younger girl who never reciprocated, always taking a passive role. She seemed embarrassed at being the recipient of lesbian gratification in the presence of spectators. I learned that when this young girl was ten years of age her mother died and she stated that she had always had a feeling of lonesomeness in the world until she met this older friend of hers who assumed the role of a mother substitute. There was no doubt that their friendship was the equivalent of a mother daughter relationship which had become sexualized.
"In some brothels girls are reserved for lesbian performances and are not accessible to men. One particular prostitute that I interviewed in Montreal, a French-Canadian, told me that she was a window, was supporting an eight-year-old daughter and had been earning a living by lesbian performances. She stated that she had loved her husband and felt that she was not being disloyal to his memory in view of the fact that she restricted her "activities to lesbian gratification. She also said that she engaged in lesbian activities with the same partner all the time, a girl whom she regarded as a real friend. She stated that as soon as the mortgage on her home was paid off, she planned to disassociate herself from this work and live out the rest of her life with her lesbian friend.
"These lesbian performances are more or less the same no matter in what country they are conducted. However there are modifications of technique for achieving gratification which makes the performance unusual. The competition among brothels, specializing in lesbian performances, results in prostitutes being willing to resort to bizarre practices such as flagellation, analingus (which, incidentally, is very rare), or bestiality. In some instances, a prostitute will insert a cigarette into her vagina and give the semblance of smoking it via the contraction of her vaginal muscles. In one brothel, the lesbian inserted a stemless cherry, which she took out of a small jar, into the vagina of her partner, and then proceeded to extract it with movements of her tongue during the act of cunnilingus.
"In Paris, the 'Spectacle' often consists of the enactment of a sexual play. A stage is constructed around a small amphitheatre. The lights are subdued. The scene opens with a prostitute who assumes the role of an innocent virgin. They engage in a conversation, whispering to each other. Following a series of preliminary love-play gestures, they openly indulge in such practices as mutual masturbation, tribadism, and cunnilingus. Part of the sex play consists of the punishment via flagellation of the 'innocent' prostitute.
"In some of the lesbian performances, one of the prostitutes employs a 'dildo' which consists of an artificial rubber penis. She straps this around her waist and by means of it she is able to assume the male role, demonstrating the many positions in intercourse.
"When I was in Havana, a taxi driver escorted me to a place which had gained considerable notoriety for its lesbian exhibitions. As one entered the place the woman in charge instructed a dozen girls to stand alongside of each other. All of them seemed willing and eager to perform. The patron is asked to make his selection. He is then escorted into a room which resembles the interior of an elaborately furnished Oriental harem. The bed cover, the draperies, the stools and chairs are deep red. The ceiling is covered with red satin something like a canopy. The walls are surrounded with mirrors so that the spectators can see what is going on from every angle of the room. The girls proceed to disrobe and engage in numerous sexual activities consisting of body kisses, mutual masturbation and cunnilingus.
"In another lesbian house in Havana the furnishings are less elaborate but the girls are younger and more attractive. They are in their late teens. One of them performed anilingus on the other. They achieved a simultaneous orgasm lying on top of one another, simulating intercourse and added to their excitement by resorting to hand flagellation of their buttocks.
"In still another lesbian house in Havana, the show wound up with what is known in slang as a 'daisy-chain' arrangement, whereby each prostitute is engaged in a simultaneous mouth-genital contact. Naturally, such group performances are much more expensive."
Caprio goes on to tell about those who attend these performances:
"Not only couples attend these lesbian performances, most frequently husbands and wives, but I learned that often unescorted girls come to see the shows. The fact that there are women who are eager to watch lesbians perform, may, in many instances, be interpreted by psychoanalysts as evidence of their repressed homosexual cravings. It is worth noting that these women spectators, some of whom I interviewed, admit quite readily that they have received vicarious stimulation from such an experience and are not disgusted by what they see."
All over the world people are trying to make money and here in Los Angeles, two young lesbian girl friends fell into a money making situation quite by accident. Diana, age 22, and Glorianna, age 19, are lovers. They were in the Sunset strip area just kind of blowing the day and looking for joints that they could buy when a man in a very conservative business suit approached them and propositioned them. Both being diky looking, especially Diana, he propositioned them to put a show on for a couple of his business friends. Both were shocked that someone would come right out and ask for such a thing. Both were well aware of circuses and had attended a few but both were working and hustling dope on the side when they got a good stash of it, and therefore, they had never thought of selling themselves for a circus performance.
Both wondered about this straight looking guy and tried to laugh him off. He offered a hundred dollars for the performance and they stopped laughing. He was willing to pay in advance of the performance. That's when they started thinking that he was 'pussy fuzz' trying to put the squeeze on them. But even so, they were willing to make the money if he was on the level. Fifty bucks apiece for a little pussy eating was more than fucking pleasure. After they questioned him some more over a cup of coffee, they figured that he must be on the level and that since there were two of the girls, they thought that they would not be pushed around so easily.
Diana continues the experience for her and tells about that circus and all the following ones.
"Well, Glo and I were just farting around up on the strip and looking out for this guy, Harvey, who we knew had someone he could touch for some joints. His friend was some rich guy who was a real ass and gave it away just to make everybody high and happy. He thought he was doing a deed for humanity. I guess he was because we were all making some good money from his generosity.
"We were just standing around hoping to see someone that we knew and try to get some word on Harvey when this straight looking dude came up to us and started talking to us. He was really letting it all hang out and he came right out and asked us if we were gay. Only he said 'queer' and I just don't dig that word.
"I felt like giving him a bust in the mouth and I don't mean one of my tits neither. Hey, man, like I really wanted to hang a good one on him and he would have gone home and washed out his own mouth.
"I just gave him a look that said that he was nothing but the scum of the earth. He looked at me and asked if he had said something wrong. I told him that he could just go stick his dick up his ass and to stop calling people queer. He said that he was sorry but that he thought that we were lesbians. I told him that we were, just to shock the shit out of him but I told him too that he could say 'gay' but not 'queer'.
"Glo kind of gave me a knock with her arm and the look she had on her face was saying, 'What kind of a shit head did we latch on too?'
"I shrugged my shoulders and so I asked him what he was so hung up on going around asking people if they were gay or not. I told him that we weren't going to fuck him anyway so why ask. Like this guy was so way out stupid, it was a surprise that he could even take a piss by himself.
"He came right out and told us that he didn't want to fuck us but that he was looking for a couple of girls to sort of put on a circus for a couple of buddies and himself. Shit, I almost did right on the spot.
"This guy was really letting it all hang out and doing it the way it was happening or he was a cop trying to act like a real sop. I tried to feel him out but he was still playing his role straight out. I didn't want to take too many chances but I did ask about the money and he said that he was willing to pay us both a hundred bucks for a couple of hours of show.
"I had been propositioned before, before I went all the way dike that is. I hadn't been since then but one time Glo had been asked when we were together and they had to know that I was her old man.
"I guess that they'll try to fuck anything. I figured that was what he wanted after we did the circus. I came right out and asked him if they would want after dinner coffee or were we free to leave after the show.
"He told us that he had a bet with these two guys and that they had all come out from Iowa for business and that they had heard all about this kind of stuff. They had made a bet against each other as to who would be able to line up a couple of girls to perform. They were only allowed to spend fifty for each girl and the two losers would have to pay that.
"I was thinking all the time that if the deal was on the level, that it was a hell of a good way to make fifty bucks apiece. I asked him how he knew that the other two would really come up with the green. He told us that he was sure that they would but even if they shitted him that he would pay and watch the show himself because they would pay us in advance...
"I was wondering where the hell the show would be and he told us that they were staying at one of the swankiest hotels in L.A. and that we could give the show there.
"One thing that was good about that was that we could sure as hell scream and we would be heard by all sorts of people. I still wondered if he was a cop but he really looked like he was pure Iowa corn.
"We agreed on a time and he almost pleaded for us to show up. He gave us the room number and we told him that we would be there and not to worry, that we were good at doing circuses and he would get his money's worth.
"Hell, I had never done a circus but we had seen lots of gals who would get so high at a party that they would strip right there and start performing.
"Glo and I talked it over right where we were and decided that we might as well give it a try. We sure could be busted for a lot less, like a joint. We split and went home to figure up a good show. We decided that I would go really diky looking so Glo cut most of my hair off and I combed it like a cholo kid from the fifties. I got out my jeans and decided to take my dildo along.
"Glo came up with a great idea, she said that since they were from Iowa that we ought to give them a sort of grand finale and fuck each other with an ear of corn. We almost died laughing about it so we just had to do it. We went to the store and bought some fresh ears and pealed them and washed them.
"I wondered how they would feel. I didn't ever like to have a dick up my cunt anyway because it felt like I had to take a shit anyway. I thought what the hell, go ahead and give those old yokels a thrill and maybe they would give us an extra ten.
"I had a dick that I always used on my girls who liked to be meat fucked and it was ten inches long. It was so thick that those girls that I used it on liked it so damned much that they would always ask for it after I had sucked them off. I didn't mind giving it to them because it made me feel like a real man.
"I often wear it under my pants but it makes it hard, I mean difficult for me to sit down because it sticks up and makes my pants bind me. But you should see all the men looking, and women too. My big dick there and all of them making like 'California dreamers', wishing one way or the other that they had it.
"Well I had my big dick strapped on me and I put on my leather jacket and I told her to go as fern as she could and I helped to fix her hair. We put curls hanging like Scarlet O'hara and her hair really looked groovy.
"She looked like the real fern fatale when we took off. I could hardly wait to see what they would think. They would want to fuck her for sure. Glo and I had sort of figured out a sketch between ourselves so that we could follow each other.
"We would sneak the corn in under some scarves that she was going to carry and then at the very end we were going to use them. After we started doing circuses real often, we always tried to find out something about the people who were going and we would get a gimmick into the act.
"One time we did a show up in Bel Air and we used some vibs and we had pasted some rhine-stones on them to make them look like they were diamond studs, I mean studded.
"Glo and I drove down to the Hotel and parked in a parking lot nearby. We walked into the place and felt right away like we were a couple of walking freaks. We thought that we could just hitch the elevator and move on up to the room but the guy took one look and I thought that he was going to throw us out himself but he asked us what we wanted. I told him real big like that we were being expected and gave him the number. He kept looking at us the whole time that he made the call on the house phone. I thought that he was going to fall out right there. He showed us to the elevator and just to be a real wise ass, I tipped him a quarter and told him thanks.
"He was gone when we came back down later but I was just dying to see if he was still out from the trip we had given him.
"They had rooms clear up on the fifth floor and I know that we were both nervous because I was holding Glo's hand and we were both sweating. We knocked on the door and the same guy who had propped us answered. He was half stoned but he still noticed that I looked even dikier than before and he got all excited.
"He showed us in like we were the queen of England, queens yes, but of England, NO! The other guys had been laughing but when they saw us, they really tripped. They hadn't really believed him but they sure did now.
"One of the them said, 'Christ, you really weren't kidding when you said that you had found a pair, did you?'
"The third one didn't say anything but he finally started laughing and brought out his wallet and handed our friend his fifty, saying, 'It's worth fifty that you just got a couple of them to even show up. I couldn't even get up the nerve to ask if they would even be interested. I've got to hand it to you John, you really have what it takes.'
"I guess that he really did have lots of nerve because he could have gotten his ass whipped by one of the dikes because they don't like people messing around.
"The third guy wasn't going to give the money till after the performance but we insisted and the John guy told him that it was part of the deal. He forked over his fifty greenbacks and we asked where they wanted the performance.
"The place was a real groove, it was a suite and I figured that the small town boys were really whooping it up. I saw an ashtray full of butts with lipstick on them and none of them looked like fags.
"He showed us into the bedroom and there were a couple of chairs already in there and they just moved them closer to the bed. The third guy got off his butt, his name was Ted, and dragged the chair into the room.
"I went over and kind of dimmed the lights, I didn't want it so damned light in there. I didn't want them to see every spot on my bod.
"They were nice, they offered us a drink from their well stocked bar. I took a scotch with soda and asked for a gin tonic for Glo. John slapped me on the back and told me that I was a real gentleman and I took good care of my woman, I told him that he would see in just a moment just what good care I could take of my woman. With that comment, they all started laughing and I had to laugh too. They were really a bunch of good joes who didn't know how to put on a hypocrite show. They had probably always told it like it was, white was white and black was black.
"I drank my drink down and asked for another, I had to do something to lose my inhibitions. They had a radio in the room so I turned on some real slow sexual music and told Glo to do a strip and kind of get them all hot up or something. She didn't really want to but I told her to drink her drink down and she wouldn't be so shy about it all.
"She started moving real slow to the music, she is a good dancer. She kind of laid on the bed and did some fucking gyrations. The guys had their eyes on her so I kind of went off in the corner and dropped my pants. I had on a pair of men's shorts so I just left them on to cover my dick.
"She was doing real good with her strip and then when she was down to her bra and panties, I got into the show. I went over to her and cupped her tits in my hands and began to move my cock against her. She moved round and round on my cock and shoved her tits up into my face. I reached around and flipped the clasp open and let her bra fall away from her. Her tits were like two free globes.
"I cupped them again and then I began to pinch the nipples. They were getting bigger and were like ripe cherries. She threw her head back and opened her mouth slightly to let me know that she liked it. Her hips were still working in circles.
"I dropped my mouth down to her right nipple and began to do it with my teeth. My other hand was still on her other nipple and with my free hand, I cupped her ass close to me.
"Glo has a sweet round little ass that each cheek fits in each of my hands. I dug my hand into her to let her know that I was liking the dry fuck. She knew just how to do it.
"I slid my hand around to the front and sort of eased her away from me and began to twiddle her cunt through her panties. I could feel her hair as it poked through the panties. I ran my hand up and down the length of her cunt and made sure that the three dudes could see what I was doing.
"I dropped both hands down to her panties and began to slide them off real slow like. I had them half way down over her hips and then I stopped. The very top of her nest was showing and I reached down into the panties and began to play. The men could see my fingers going to town and finally one of them began to yell.
"He was saying, 'Come on, now, we want to see too. Let's see what your playing with.'
"I let go of Glo's tit and sort of pushed her back on the bed. Her ass was barely on the edge of the bed and I pulled her legs up and slipped her panties off of her. She had begun to juice while I had been playing with her so I picked up the panties and held them to my nose and took in the aroma.
"After that I threw them to one of the men, he caught them. He took them and shoved them into the face of the guy sitting next to him. The guy laughed and told him that they smelled good and he wondered if it tasted as good.
"I turned around and said that they just couldn't imagine how good it tasted.
"By this time I had Glo's legs stretched wide and with the fingers of one hand, I held her hairy cunt lips open so that she could give them a good look at all her pink raw flesh.
"John said, "That's the best look I've ever had of one of those things. My wife goes wild if I want to get down there and just look.'
"I stood to the side of her and made her bend her legs and keep them as spread as she could. I kept the cunt open and with the fingers of my other hand, I began to play with different parts of her cunt.
"I pulled on her clit and stretched it till it was standing stiff and hot. I stuck one finger deep into her cunt and began to work it in and out of the hole. I put my thumb on her clit and kept her rolling towards an orgasm. I knew that ordinarily I could really make her trip after just a couple of minutes of this but she was still nervous about the audience. I took it easy on her and then I could feel her pussy muscles start to relax and they were biting down on my finger. I pulled my finger out and then let two of them slip in. I really began to finger fuck her now. My thumb was still on her clit and I was still doing it for her.
"Her hips started rocking and she tried to hump up further on my hand. I guess that at times she gets so hot that she would take my arm and even maybe my shoulder. Her cunt isn't that big but when she is hot, she can really stretch.
"I could see that the men were getting hot themselves, they had hard ons. One of them was rubbing his hand hard across it and I was thinking that he was going to shoot off in his pants and leave a wet spot.
"Glo began to make her noises, the noises that she always makes when she is going to come. I like it because it is a signal for me to start working out real good. I was really fucking her already but the damned broad was asking for more.
"She was saying, 'Uh, uh, uh, let me have more, I want more in me. Oh, oh, oh, keep fucking me and don't stop till I come.'
"I teased her a little just to give her a bigger hot, I just was letting her have the tips of my fingers and she was working like mad to take all of them. I suddenly plunged my fingers all the way in and gave her deep fast strokes. I guess it's like they say, 'different strokes for different folks.'
"Glo likes hers deep and fast. I always give them to her that way when she is ready to come but till then I tease her with my fingers.
"I could really feel her lubricating juices running down on my fingers and they were sticky, good sticky. My arm was getting so tired, this wasn't the best position but I thought that it was good because I wanted the guys to really be able to see everything.
"She was coming and her body had gone stiff in mid-air, I kept on jagging her and she was finished off. She settled back down on the bed completely relaxed.
"I didn't give her very long to rest when I got on my knees beside the bed and dove my mouth into her softness. I lapped at her lubricating juices and she sighed.
"Her hands came down and she pressed my face toward her gushy, it was a gesture to tell me that she loved me and what I was doing.
"I nipped at her clit and it began to get hard once more. My cunt was getting hot from just eating her. Her flesh on her cunt is just like velvet. I love to run my tongue down over it caressing every precious fold.
"I used both of my hands like a greedy child to hold her lips open so that I could suck and bite every part of her cunt. She knew that just for show I was going to give her some monkey bites on her inner thighs. She has such white skin that I thought it would be a great touch.
"As I continued sucking and loving her inner softness, I forgot about doing anything for show and began loving her. I did go to her thigh and I sucked till there were red splotches but I did it only because I wanted to show her how intensely I wanted to love her.
"I dove my tongue down into moist hole and then whipped it back up to her clit. I had yet to ream out her asshole but I knew that I needed to do that in a different position so that they could see better.
"I just concentrated on her clit and hole doing them both with, my tongue. I swear that when I eat her out, my tongue gets as hard as any dick. I can really fuck her deep but the main part of her come when I do it this way is to chew on her clit till she climbs the walls and then she drops her cookies.
"Her hips are fucking even harder on my face than they did when I had my hand up her. She is wetter too and when she fucks my face, she gets me all wet. It's just great because I know that she is really going for it in a big way. She really starts talking when she is getting a come from me chowing down on her.
"Glo gets all carried away and says, 'Eat me some more, I dig that snake tongue of yours! Bite me, Bite me harder!'
"Man she can really trip out on my tongue. She gets so damned wet that I think I'm going to need a mop before I finish her off. I just swallow what I get in my mouth and go on with my cunt sucking. Finally when she is just ready to pop off, I take her clit between my teeth and kind of chatter my teeth on it while I flick my tongue across the very tip of it a million flicks a second.
"She goes wild and thrashes all over the bed. I'm driving her crazy and it even looks like she is trying to get away from me but I hang on tight like a bull dog. The very first time that I ever fucked her like this, I let go of her and she told me that she wanted more. She kind of digs the pain when it is like that.
"She's just going like mad and I hang on and keep my tongue going across the very sensitive tip of her clit and she kicks off twice on one come. I keep going on her to make sure that I've gotten all the comes off her for this time.
"I pull off her but dragging my clenched teeth across her clit. It's a little bit painful but like Glo say, 'It hurts so good.'
"After this come, I let her relax so that I can start building her up from scratch once more. I ask one of the guys for a drink and for the first time I notice that all three of them are sitting there with their hard dicks in their hands.
"One of them was holding a towel and I wondered if he had already shot a wad. He was the one who asked me if I wanted to wash my face. I ran my tongue all the way around my mouth and told him that I liked having pussy all over my face. I got kind of a sick look from him and I guess that he was the extra clean type and would never put his mouth down on a pussy.
"Hell, I've tasted some raunchy ones but I never quite eat it. Most of those that were dirty or smelly were when I picked up straight girls and sucked them off. Gay girls are usually clean unless she is a real slob. But they keep clean because they put their own mouths on cunts and they like them clean too.
"I went over to the bar and got my own drink because I didn't think that they would be able to walk with all of that meat hanging out like that. They didn't even try to cover up, I guess that they were plenty high because their glasses were empty beside them.
"Glo was half asleep on the bed and I drank my drink down, it was mostly soda because I was more thirsty than anything. I brought one over to Glo and she threw it down and started getting her ass up on a pillow so that I could get ready to fuck her with my dick. She put the pillow under her so that she could keep her leg down low and they could see that dick of mine going into her like gang busters.
"My cock was ready to go and when I got next to the bed, I took the shorts off and got on the bed beside her. The guys just kept their eyes glued to my cock. I guess that they just couldn't believe that she could take that much meat without being split right up the middle. One of them had a good sized cock but it was only about eight inches hard.
"I layed down beside her and started playing with her all over. I sucked her tits, first I would suck one and then so as not to play favorites, I sucked the other.
"My hand lazily played with her cunt and I could feel that she was getting wet. I kept on playing and then she started to get really hot and both her hands grabbed my cock and she was jerking her hands up and down on it. I decided that it was a good time to do our sixty-nine act so I turned around and dropped my cock right in her face. She knew what was up and she was so hot that when I dropped my face down into her cunt, she began to suck on my cock.
"She was sucking it so hard that she sounded like a pig. She was making all sorts of noises. I forgot to ask her later if she did it to upset the dudes or if she just was so hot. I guess that I'll have to ask her sometime.
"I snuck off a good look at the guys and they were all three beating their meat like mad. One guy shot his load across the floor and didn't let up on his soft dick and it was hard again in no time at all.
"Their eyes were really looking at the way she was sucking my dick and you should have seen them when she started to tell me that she wanted me to fuck her.
"Glo was saying, 'Fuck me with all this meat of yours! Let me have it, I want it in me, Fuck me! Fuck me! Now! Now!'
"Well I flipped myself around and decided that I would fuck her the high kick way. I put her legs up over my shoulders and grabbed her under the ass and then I pulled her up on my stiff.
"She groaned as it went into her and she seemed to almost pass out for a minute from all the excitement. She did recover quickly and began to fuck up and down and around. She hooked her legs together around the back of my neck and this gave her more leverage to fuck up and down on my cock.
"One of the guys came over and was standing almost on top of us, he looked down and made sure that she was taking all those inches. Hell, I was socking it to her all the way up to the balls and if the balls would have gone in too, I would have let her have them too.
"I was giving her long even strokes in and out of her cunt and she was rocking in time with me. I put one hand down into her cunt and worked on her little clit while I whipped my plastic meat in and out. She was getting ready to come so I pulled almost all the way out and just reamed her out with the thick red-head of my cock. She strained to push herself up on me but I kept it just on the edge of her cunt.
"Suddenly she got violent and lurched up towards me. She grabbed me around the ass and dug her fingernails into me. She slammed me into her cunt and I began to slam away at her hole.
"I knew that she was coming a good one because she just kept saying over and over again, 'Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!' Believe me, it took lots of strength to keep pounding all that meat into her but I did for about five minutes till she went over the crest and then while she came down again.
"I had squeezed the balls into her just as she was coming and filled her with creamy white lotion that looked like come. I had put so much into the balls that it was running out of her like a foaming river. The guy who was standing next to us just about yelled at his stiff pricked friends to come and see.
"They all gathered around and started making comments. They kidded each other about that they could be replaced, they were just kidding but they don't know just how true that is. They all could be replaced by a tongue or a store bought dick. One of the guys said that he was going to buy one of those things and give his wife a hell of a screw with it once a year. Not too often or she would get used to it, then she would want it all the time.
"I wondered if they all went home and tried some of the tricks they had learned on their wives. They probably did, if their wives would let them touch them.
"All of them wanted to know if I didn't ever get fucking, or maybe I didn't like it. I told them that we still had one trick in store for them.
"I wiped Glo's hole off with a wet towel that one of them had brought me and then I took my cock off and got on top of her so that we could go at it in the good old cunt to mouth-cunt to mouth or sixty-nine.
"She had put the two ears of corn behind her so that they couldn't see them till the time came, I began to eat her out and she was munching a bunch of cunt too. It felt good to get fucked now after I had done all the balling all evening. She probed easily with her fingers and I was good and wet. I couldn't help but get all wet after I had fucked her sweet little cunt.
"Her tongue played on the outer edges of my cunt and then she would take it and dive into my wetness. I let her go to town on my cunt and I did the same with hers, we kept in tune, sort of.
"I took a sneaking look and I could only see the legs of the guys around us. They were standing right up against the bed on one side seeing what they could see. One of the guys had a long wet streak down the leg of his pants and his cock was dead, he must have come all over himself.
"All of them looked like they were well played out except for one of them looked like he was half hard. Maybe he was always like that when he was soft. I guess that maybe a little blood stayed in his cock.
"I went on eating and I probed her asshole with my finger and she did the same for me. I began to run my tongue around her asshole and then as I left my finger down into it, I ran my tongue towards the hole and eased my finger out as I pushed my tongue into it.
"She did the same for me but she was a better asshole licker than I was and fucked my hole in and out. I guess that she was able to fuck my asshole with her tongue better because I could relax my bung hole muscles and keep it from squeezing closed.
"I would have given anything to have seen their faces at that time but I was busy. I bet that most of them hadn't even given up the ass to their wives even one time.
"I felt Glo reaching for the corn and I did too. I lifted my mouth off her and dove the corn into her. The guys started laughing and I thought that they were all going to split a gut.
"They stopped laughing when they saw that it was getting to be a damned good fuck for us. I went on to eat her after I got the corn going in and out evenly. She ate me out too and was careful on the corn fucking. I didn't like to take it in very deep. The hole fucking wouldn't make me come but her cl it kissing wou Id and I did. I popped off a good one and it made the evening more than worthwhile.
"Glo and I pulled the corn out of each other and rested. They capped and we got dressed. We took all our stuff, even our corn, we fixed it for dinner the next day. They gave us an extra ten apiece and thanked us. I could see that they were feeling pretty low, I guess any man would if he saw for himself that he couldn't do the job right, only a woman can."
